The dampness of the early morning
feels like my body, chilly and succulence
no urge to enjoy the beauty of existence.
A hawk spy’s having matching looks
a desire to cozy among twigs
no aspirations to satisfy a compulsion.
Leaves sag on limbs waiting for light
there’s not much living arousing
silence like a world without noise
not any stimulations to appeal to ecstasies.
I covet rays to burst open the sky
critters to roam and birds to sing.
Life is too full of mysteries and thrillers
flickers flare-up through openings in the trees
I hear blood pumping through my soul
stand in awe at the natural beauty of earth
know our Creator crafted it all
I believe in God…know I’m here for a purpose.
A butterfly lands on my hand
I know I’m not alone now nor ever
clamminess departs and joy quenches
bestows comfort to unsolved problems
leaves thankfulness for the diurnal
discern I’m a part of His almighty plan.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.