Morning Has Broken
How blessed I am to awake to another new day.
I can stretch, take my time, as I think about May.
I am bundled up safe and sound in comfort of my bed .
The rest through the night was beside my love where I softly laid my head.
The roosters are crowing announcements of a new day.
The dog is howling and mourning because nights take me away.
The birds are singing songs that say all is well and good.
The cats come home meowing from their prowl of their hood.
Every morning I hear this as the sun starts to rise.
Peaking in through my curtains as I wipe the sleep from my eyes.
I roll out of bed thanking God for a good rest.
I am starting another day recognizing I am blessed.
It is time to go do what I love to do most.
Nurturing all those under me and being a good host.
With full bellies all around and everyone settled to start a new day,
I can sit back with a smile, sip my coffee and softly spoken I say,
I am very blessed to see another morning has broken today.
~The Wife S.R.