A Morning Meditation

There is a gnawing feeling

in my soul

that the sun will not shine

a common story often told

An operation going on

the world continues to change

so many rumors

is the light out of range

Sitting on the edge

picking a rose

it never seems to worry

how the wind blows

Watching the mountain

the sun begins to beam

reassuring and warm

stones in the river sparkle and gleam

A deer walks by

not afraid to be near

the beam surrounds

the sky is so clear

Calmer now

comforted and warm

time to walk home

no longer fearing the storm

copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce





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