rise
leave the bed
ten steps to the kitchen
fill the red kettle
turn on the burner
rinse the French press
slice an orange
steep the coffee
sit at the crossroads
wait for the timpani of sun
wait for brush strokes of rain
pray in the only way you know how
wait for light and if not light wait for a day to begin again
so lovely. good morning to you, stephen.
Good morning Laurie, and thank you!
😉
Smiling back Dr. B.
Loved this Steve. Thank you!
Thank you Mel!
love a quick, peaceful insight carrying hope with a strait direction
Thanks Gordon!
Lovely poem!!
Thank you Anne.
So calming.
Thanks Joanne.
Simple, beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you Corinne.