Wednesday, May 18, 2005

you woke me this morning,
when i wasn't ready,
so i wouldn't miss
the chorus the birds were singing;

you pulled me out of bed,
as reluctant as i was,
so the dog could lead me
down to the lake,
where i was graced
with a smile
from a child
on her way to swimming lessons;

you broke my night's fast,
with the chatter of squirrels,
and the dew-laden lilies.

you have given me
this day,
Marvelous God,
that i might share it with others.

(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman

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