Morning

 
As I wake from a dreadful dream

and take a breath and look around

to see what pain this day might bring.

I see 

The morning light is seeping in

through curtains where they've  always been.

The day is softly welcoming

as feathered little choirs sing.

My Father, God again has shown

that life is not that awful dream.

Life is held in check by His strong will

and earth and sky are breathing still, 

and fields and hills will flower 'til

God's perfect final plans fulfill

and beauty reigns supreme.

Good morning friends,

Diane