Tag Archives: Morning

This Morning

Good morning

The sun rose for you this morning

The birds sang for you this morning

The dew faded from the grass for you this morning

The pockets of starlight in the sky was for you this morning

The cool silence of the dawn was for you this morning

The last wisps of the moon in the dawn was for you this morning

The flowers opened their blooms for you this morning

The darkness of night was pushed away for you this morning

The many new possibilities and opportunities are made for you this morning

The failures of yesterday are given more time to be fixed for you this morning

The birth of a new, limitless day is for you this morning

The brand new day is for you this morning

God made the sun rise

for you

God made the birds sing

for you

God made the dew fade

for you

God made the stars shine

for you

God made the silent dawn

for you

God made the morning

for you

All the wonders and dreams of a new day

for you

All the forgiveness and encouragement of a new day

for you

God wrote you a love letter in the sky

Didn’t you see His signature in the sunrise?

Didn’t you see His composition in birds songs?

Didn’t you see His love testament in the dew fading?

Didn’t you see His handwriting in the stars shining?

Didn’t you see His promise in the silent dawn?

Didn’t you see He loves you?

Didn’t you see the empty tomb on Easter morning?

Didn’t you see?

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God made this morning for you

because He loves you

God gave you life this morning

And what a beautiful life it is

God wrote you a love letter in the sky

So go out and face the day

knowing that He loves you

and has your back.

Go out and live on this beautiful morning


This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

-Psalms 118:24

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Not Quite Ready For

The end of my limb grasps

the opener of the gate

and slowly turns the helve.

The gate to the mind of the one who slumbers.

The chamber is of twilight,

except the ball of fire is to the right of north.

Gradual and leisurely are my paws placed on the fabric ground,

meant not to wake the one in the land of visions.

The dwelling of the one who lie was thick with dawn exhalation,

yet the space was warm in expression.

Obscured was the one on the field of cloaks,

to point that there was only a hump,

not of flesh,

only that of fluff of veils.

The mane of the one of nocturnal musings

concealed the countenance of her,

but it was one of languid repose.

Images swayed in dame’s mind’s eye,

memories

futures

imagination.

Aloft the lass was I,

my employment was to rouse the miss.

To prime her for a day she was not quite ready for.

The maiden had perception of my attendance

and to consciousness she came hither.

An inhale in tandem with a stretch of the appendages

was the sign she gave.

Her mahogany gaze turned to my locus,

no sentiment to either end was the stare.


I woke my sister up.

Not Quite Ready For