Waking to pitch black wondering of what time it might be.
Motionless body, then turning to side hoping to drift
Still as possible, don’t look at time…just drift back to slumber.
Quiet body but thoughts refusing to let up.
So, prayers begin, a mental lullaby, offered up in singsong then interrupted by alarm.
Slow, quiet progression towards coffee and foggy rhythmic sound of raindrops.
So, I sit and wrap in quilt waiting for morning, finally hear them
Birds and their springtime sounds
Joy muffled by moisture landing on lush green
Journal, Psalms, Proverb, pen and prayer
Blessings and Supplication