Pre-dawn at Antrim Dells
Morning. I do appreciate the morning and have come to look forward to spending time with God in these early hours. Often it seems he waits for me to awaken so we can begin our time together.
I wrote this poem many years ago. It could have been written many times before it was… and many times since as well.
Awakened to morning glory
consciousness seeps into my
sleep-imprisoned mind
slowly I open my eyes,
to stare up into the cool, dark air
its night still
actually
pre-dawn,
but dark still
in my room
my groggy brain doesn’t miss
Who woke me.
the very air
seems to vibrate
Formless particles of night
coalesce to
sing Your praises
until it seems the silence
hisses
I am stirred to my feet
to write these thoughts…
Oh God
be praised
6/7/2001
(comment from Cindy) Wow! I don’t remember that poem. You are quite a good writer!
Of course, I already knew that.
Thanks, my darling. Love you!
O.K. – - – now I want you write a book of poems and an inspirational book of short stories(blog type stuff) – - – when can we expect them to be published? Good stuff, Glenn!!
Judy, If I do, you (half my 2-person fan club) will have to buy ALL of them. Perhaps if you do actually “retire” to help with the “EJ” enterprise, you can also be my agent!