A pause within the day to breathe flowers
is called the Children’s Hour.
Like the last brilliant star at sunrise.
My eyes, brilliant as any sun
does not call you to depravity.
a Day broken as a first morning
and song birds singing for grace
praise for the morning and praise all
fresh into a world in such turmoil.
Sweet new fawn born in briar
and new buds of nature painting Earth
how exquisite Nature speaks to Hearts.
Mine is sunlight
Mine is morning
and how crazy we fall elated into
confusion disregarding God’s Creation.
:: 05.28.2021 ::