Morning Fireworks

Monday Missive #37

A Poem: Morning Fireworks

I wake up thinking
Of fireworks.
Anticipating,
Waiting;
For sight,
For sound,
For melody,
For symphony;
Of morning beauty.
Early sunrays pluck
Stars from the fading night,
Painting ribbon of red,
Brush strokes 
Of amber and orange. 
Fog flowing across
A sleepy valley
In hushed comfort.
Flowers unfolding
Before buzzing delight.
Bird voices harmonize
Into an eager choir
Singing to the Creator;
Bursting into fireworks
Of praise.

In awe I stand,
Wanting more,
Needing more,
Always knowing,
God will do it again;
Tomorrow.

A Prayer: Today, Let Me See

Abba Father,
Today let me see your beauty
In all you have created.
Let me see your truth
In all that is true.
Lest me see your love
In the hearts and hopes
Of every person I meet,
Created in your image,
For your glory.
Amen.

A Passage: For Reflection

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. 
They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. 
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. 
— Psalm 19:1-4 NIV