Glory

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.

Rain falling

Prayers uttered

Begin again

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

Begin again

Morning, finally.