Mornings

The morning is peaceful.

Blues and grays streak across the sky.

A hint of pink and of orange lies on the horizon as a foundation for the heavens to rise above my head.

The snow covers the variegated earth accentuating the subtle sloping hills.

God is here.

His presence is not noisy.

And yet it is more than a whisper.

He is more than His shadow seen in the clouds.

He is here, directing my heart, speaking in His word, hearing my prayers, 

Even the prayers I am too afraid to share.

In the midst of all the busyness, the bustle of the coming day,

I give myself to Thee,

The one who died for me.