A Psalm for the Morning

Sunday, October 13th - 

    This morning found me waking early to soak up all the beauty of the day.  I've been extra nostalgic this month as the anniversary of purchasing my home approaches, and the shadows lengthen with the coming of Fall.  Lately, as I drive home, I'm reminded of the first time taking my road and how I instantly fell in love with this place.  And now, sitting here, I can hardly believe this space is mine.  This morning, I rose with the sun to soak up the morning, drink my coffee, and think.  It wasn't long into thinking that the following came: 

A Psalm for the Morning

Poets have long spoken of morning's golden hue. 

The beauty of the bird's first song

and the glistening of the dew

and all the expectation that comes with every morning new. 

But have they walked these rooms and gazed upon the beauty of this space? 

Or do they know what it's like for me when the sun first touches my face? 

Have they seen my kitchen 

filled with sunlit prisms

Spots and streams of colorful gleams 

that shine through my kitchen door?

They leaving me longing for the days on heaven's shore

When all the hidden colors of light 

will be revealed - for there is no night. 

And in that glorious place, 

We shall finally see His face

Light & Love together 

and all the shadows erased. 

May this morning psalm

Among this morning calm, 

foretell the song of heaven

where one day I will dwell. 

And may the Son of Heaven 

The shadows of my soul dispel.