sunday morning
no alarm clock
rolling over to see my wife
the first stretch
light peeking in from behind the window shade
sunday morning
the family arises
we hit the car before breakfast
we are greeted as we enter
sometimes by a kiss
the hall fills
... with people
... with music
... with laughter
... with life
... with His love
for moments
perhaps longer
everything is as it should be
we are one
sunday morning
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beautiful
As it should be indeed.. enjoyed this Ed.
lovely poem
Hi hennhouse. Thank you for your encourgement!
Most glad that I could add to your enjoyment, Bob!
Well NaNcY, about time I get to pay you back for all the wonderful words on your site!
I actually wrote this at church this past week. We all took a half hour and had a chance to express our thanks in different ways -- through writing, art, drama, writing letters to the troops, etc. When i sat down and realized that I had a pen, a blank page, and some free time it was like a gift.
I pray that you find this Sunday just as beautiful...
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