Morning Glory

In this season of Easter, I repost a poem I wrote many years ago.

Easter Glory and Blessings to all.

 

  Morning Glory

Susan H. Hajec

The breath of dawn gives birth
to the day reflecting the lavish expression
and perfect personality of God.

Kisses of dew drops hug
the trillium carpets which bloom
in the hills, hollows and valleys
of God’s precious fields.

Migrating birds, a mantle of lace, float
with romantic grace across the ridges and valleys.
Jubilant fields awaken and jump for joy
as the rising sun tiptoes above the horizon.

My heart beckons me into this bountiful orchard
and amidst sparkling streams and waterfalls
I find the radiant beauty of your Presence.
My thankful voice forms a garden arch of praise
and I sing of your Glory.

For the crisp air of this Heaven on earth
speaks sacred sounds of sun-filled serenity.
And in these meadows and hollows,
I find you, my God,
and I celebrate this precious moment.

Yes, you are here in the blossoming vistas of grandeur
and today, in the mountain laurel
and whispering wildflowers, I realize
I am one with all good.

Then silently, in the solitude of evening
I rest and am made comfortable
knowing that You, who are in all,
over all and through all,
in this garden of glory
are the keeper of my soul.