Morning
I've come to want for morning leisure
where once the night knew not my haste
now feed my measure of quiet pleasure
trading sleep for tranquilities taste
Tis when I ponder of past and present
an editors choice of will
to learn from tempests I have weathered
hold tight the remnants of joy instilled
For if by chance this day shall fade
the last I've traveled my journey known
to know in conscience I have paid
time in thought of days I've owned
Of love relinquished or that bestowed
facing giants and demons known
in strength or weakness of which I'm prone
to praise the grace and mercy shown
Fickleness in light of providence
pulls back the curtain of chaotic scenes
revealing there a smiling cognizance
of trials hewed to shape sweet dreams
So as my garden vines do cling
and wind their trellis to face the sun
I find myself grateful for broken wings
unable to flee from the man who's come
To win my heart in deep respect
with awe and laughter secure to rest
what joy to cling without regret
to a trellis built by an architect
strong and stable so full of love
tender yet able to strengthen enough
to carry the burden of weight and wind
and fill every dream from without and within
Praise I sing for a man today
who bathed my face in the morning sun
a gift for years stowed away
of "all I dreamed" in pseudonym
In light of grace has come the dawning
of mourning to be no more
and with a ring of promises
the rest of forever with "The One" whom I adore
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