October 11, 2022
I awake every morning, get out of my bed,
Sip on my coffee, clear fog from my head.
I continue to read and to write and to pray,
New insights to see and to capture each day.
I’ll admit it’s a habit, my daily routine.
Perhaps it’s a rut but it’s polished and clean.
I could call it discipline, that’s overdone,
It gives me great pleasure, let’s just call it fun.
It’s hard to believe it’s been over two years
Since I started to capture my hopes and my fears,
To write down in rhyme what I find in my soul.
In my heart I’m still young but the mirror says old.
Now you know how each morning I’m spending my time,
Reading and sipping and spinning a rhyme.
Love your verses! Inspiring!
Again, beautiful! I too pray in the morning but when I wake, first thing.
I haven’t been given the gift of rhyme but this is my sweet discipline as well. Sipping my coffee, reading, writing and praying. I was asked to read a poem at my club meeting yesterday. I read your September 24 poem and it was well received. Thanks for being willing to share.