The Morning Hour
There is that secret hour
Before the children stir
My books lay, still, beside me
Their message still a blur
The coffee still too hot to sip
The night’s still hanging on
Before Morning takes it’s rightful place
with the rising of the dawn.
I treasure most this tranquil time
with sleep still in my eyes
As God whispers a soliloquy
Breathed from his lips to mine
“So the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground, breathed life into his lungs, and the man became a living being.”
Posted on July 6, 2013, in Blogging, Family, Fatherhood, Marriage, Parenting, Poetry, Relationships and tagged adam, bible, breath, Coffee, faith, genesis, god, morning, poem, scripture. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.