MORNING SONG

The morn in peaceful silence greets
the still and empty nearby streets,
in the East, the warming, golden rays
probe the dark, outpours a bright new day.

Creation wakens with a thrill
sun chasing shadows down the hill,
woolly lambs drift softly by
grazing in their pastures, in the sky.

Be still and listen to the throb
the love, of The Almighty God,
He tells us that He’s always there
in His daily blessings, that we share.

Each moment is another verse
a song of love forever, to disperse,
the glories of the Master’s Hand
countless as the grains of sand.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 27, 1994