
Morning

I woke
A morning pulls me to go out of doors
And stand among the cosmos
To allow the lights to christen
Into promise, will I be witness?
God is listening,
The universe displays his breath.
Shhh, it says,
Pray.
© CMM. 2020
Morning
Let me wash my face with the morning dew
Dress my soul with the songs of birds
Pick the dawn with the hopes anew
Walk among the crickets I’ve heard
And take with me a symphony
Given by the hooting owl
Live again another day
And dry my feet with Nature’s towel
©. Christine McNeill-Matteson




