The quietude of the morning is my favorite time of day.
Its silence allows my mind to wander and create along the way.
The Master speaks in whispers, and gently calls my name.
His gift to me comes quickly, and flows through every frame.
This offering I cherish is creation of the verse.
It permeates my being without pause or the need to rehearse.
The gentle prodding comes without searching, without delay,
As I revel in the quietude of my favorite time of day.
And peacefully arises the brilliant warmth of the sun,
Reminding of the rebirth we've been given by the One
Who visited His creation to express His endless love.
I delight in this each morning, sharing life with the mourning dove.
Listen carefully to the silence for the gift He freely gives.
Never waste a moment to explore the special life we live.
I choose to wake each morning with the quiet, gentle One
Who writes upon my heart these words of verse as day is begun.
