This poem started materializing in my right brain as I lay in bed this morning debating whether to get up and start the day or hang out underneath the warm flannel sheets.
I don’t think I’ve written a poem since learning haiku in elementary school (I’m 53 now!), so this is an astounding occurrence for me. It could only have originated from Spirit.
In the wee hours of the morning as I lay in bed
I listen for messages from God
I so yearn to be at peace, hear God’s guidance, and be led.
Morning is a special time for serenity and peace
In prayer and meditation I find
It’s the opportune space for the connection that I seek.
As I go about my day focused on God, life goes well
I’m never far from Source or my good
Walking with Spirit, being in my heart, I choose to dwell.
– Joyce S. Kaye