Morning Hope

Starting the morning 

A word for God

All the blessings

Granted and squandered

Contrite and penitent

Wasted so much

Blessed too much

This steward (ess) serves

Destruction and ruin 

And yet gifted still

 

I have a morning, a day 

To choose to use and multiply

Not

Destroy and ruin

Immersed

In the richness of the morning

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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