The mourning dove
catches the dawn’s red
in the gleam of her feathers
and adds her opinion to the chatter
of birds amidst the still-sleeping maples.
If their conversations were not so delightful
or their songs so encouraging in the morning,
I might guess, God, that you created birds
to make me feel guilty for not waking up
earlier or not fluttering about in work
before the sun appears in the east.
But I cannot fault the birds’ joy.
I’m up! I’m up now, God.
Where would you
like to begin?
HA, Rachel- LOVE this! I forget about the daily blog as well as our WTG book journey! Your words bring light, laughter…levity in the morning. Thank you! Blessed.
🙂 Thanks Dawn!
As the fingers of dawn sunlight reach out through the trees, I slowly stretch and peer out from the warmth of sleep.
Not really a morning person, I say to myself.
Taking time to connect with the day ahead, may I encourage others to take the time they need today – to stop, to see, to listen, to allow new hope to dawn.
And may this day’s dawning find me surprised by joy, O Light of my life. Amen