Heavy on the grass, dew bends each blade.
Through a crack my open eyes receive the light.
Heaviness pulls me, and like the narrow leaves I think I might stay curled.
Upright, I pause, find the center, and move slow.
Drawn, vision roves and locks on full spectrum.
Satisfaction, glad song rises within, and I wake to unfailing love.
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Psalm 90:14
Oh my goodness. Stunning...your words and the picture. You are blessed to attend to such beauty! I thank God for your family. A Poem.....Nice. Love it.
ReplyDeletewhy, thank you! it's a new expression for me - this poem thing. your encouragement helps me keep writing...and, yes, we are blessed.
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