Morning Grace

You wound the threads of morning into this bright and burning ball,

pulled as if out of desert sands,

hung by strings of love and gift,

morning’s song to wake the birds, the trees, and me.

How can my voice not blend with morning grace

. . . and praise?

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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13 Responses to Morning Grace

  1. Mona says:

    Beautiful morning shots.

  2. Lovely! I especially like the last one with the bird on the roof. My husband calls skies like those with rays like that, “God Skies”!

  3. Beautiful. Exceptionally so.

  4. pattisj says:

    Lovely pictures and poetry.

  5. gingerbreadcafe says:

    I love the bottom picture showing the sun’s rays and warming words.

  6. reinkat says:

    I really like this poem.
    Thanks for the pictures, too–I have rarely seen the dawn. My eyes are beyond mere blurry at that hour. It is nice to see how beautiful it is.

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