Find peaceful awakening in prayers for the dreamer in you, as you celebrate a blessed day.
The sun’s broken light
through dusty painted clouds
moves me from instinct to prayer.
I bathe in the cuff of morning praise,
like a butterfly plotting its path of nectar
in the summer mist.
The windblown chimes
echo the song of Your river.
I listen for the thread of heart-string,
instead hear a symphony of worship.