Morning, glorious morning,
the sunbeams seep through
the windowpane like frost from
winters frozen ground. I rise,
face the Eastern sky for it is
there that the warmth of the
day can be found.
I open the window the breeze
bathes me with the scent of
lilacs that grow lavishly in the
spring. While somewhere in the
distance, plum dusk lingers as the
last moments of night the world
tries to cling.
A robin chirps from my crabapple
tree, as I sip from my favorite cup,
a hot peach flavored tea. It is time
to dress, comb my snow-white hair
and take the well-worn path down
the hillside toward the sea.
At water’s edge, I pause to remember
My God, to hear his wondrous call, I
will dedicate this moment to the
Great Mystery of it all. I pray for
patience in enjoying these golden
years, to hold my head high and
face life without fear.
I hear children playing in far away
fields; I remember the joy of the
imaginary castles in the sky that I
use to build. Have I sat here all day,
reliving my own childhood in that
I rise from the old oak rocker, did I
remember to eat, is it time to go
inside, to wash the dried sand from
my feet. Afterwards, I will climb
beneath my mother’s old quilts, my
eyes will close and I will flow among
the starless time called sleep, My
God has a promise to keep.
I float across a space upon the softness
of a sparkling wind and along the way,
I see family and friends. I know that my
soul from its earthly body has gone;
where silver sands and emerald seas will
forever be a part of me…this is truly
everlasting love, I am home.
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