September 2, 2020
I rise up early, start my day.
Not sure if there’s a rhyme today.
A puppy sleeping on my chest.
She snuggled down and made a nest.
A rainy night, a restful sleep,
A rolling thunder low and deep,
The early morn’s a special time
To read, to pray, to knit a rhyme.
The chair is silent as I glide,
Let words emerge, see what’s inside.
Sometimes they float, a wispy cloud,
Sometimes they seem to shout out loud.
I try to render what I find
Inside my heart, my soul, my mind.
I pray the Lord will guide my pen,
To share the love He’s placed within.