Restful calm,
Sunstreaked balm,
Flimsy curtained bright,
Promises of hours ahead, being blessed and filled with light.
Silent occupation, intruding far-off sounds,
Words that flow on paper, as heart so faintly pounds.
Dedicated time, invocation to the host,
Prayerful meditation, no pride or senseless boast.
Solace in the silence; to God, a joyous toast,
Blessed be light, encroaching – filling heart, the most.
Minutes tick so slowly, while dawn ensures no harm.
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And again, thank you. I am delighted you find my poems worthy of reblog.x
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Yeah, and again a welcome for you my friend 🙂 🙂
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To friends. 🙂 x
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🙂
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What a beautiful flow of words. A great way to start off my Sunday morning. 🙂
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In bed, drinking coffee provided by hubby. Feeling mellow.x
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