RENDEZVOUS

In the early morning hour
You woke me Lord so You could shower,
my eyes, my ears, my very being
with the glories of Your Hand for seeing.

The street lights, their nights work was done
with the rising of Your lamp, the sun,
that in the East was all aglow
it’s blushing not unlike a rose.

Before it peeked above the rim
its beauty to be born for Him,
its glory ,melted, purest gold
the horizon gilded, oh behold....

The gift that is a crisp new day
pristine and pure, one moment stay,
afraid to blink and change the scene
to make perfection last, is but a dream.

The moments pass, Your day unfolds
Your peoples hearts, lukewarm and cold,
go scurrying , as in a race
unseeing of Your boundless grace.

Missed miracles and memories
the sights, the smells, gone....history,
backs turned on hands that daily give
Your gifts that show us that You Live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 30, 1995