Eyes open from rest
letting soft light of predawn in
like the blinds that allow
cracks of light to form shapes of what’s around me
The in-between of morning
like a ship passing from
one current to the next
catching a new wave of life from God
The gift of another day
to be human and walk
in communion with God
as originally intended
I am not alone
He walks beside me
He knows me and
most wonderfully of all
I know Him
Dwell in that place of being known
allow His presence to engulf me
healing and restoration
just flow in being with Him
letting soft light of predawn in
like the blinds that allow
cracks of light to form shapes of what’s around me
The in-between of morning
like a ship passing from
one current to the next
catching a new wave of life from God
The gift of another day
to be human and walk
in communion with God
as originally intended
I am not alone
He walks beside me
He knows me and
most wonderfully of all
I know Him
Dwell in that place of being known
allow His presence to engulf me
healing and restoration
just flow in being with Him
Poem-202A
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