Autumn Morning

Autumn Morning

In the darkness of early morning
I sit upon my sleeping bed
And await the coming light
Of a brand new autumn day.

The birds are not awake yet
As they rest on their perches.
Only an aging cricket disturbs the dewy air
With its non-ending din.

In the distance a train sounds its horn
And rides the rails in melodic song.
I strain to hear its fading refrain
As it slowly passes along.

And as the new light of morning
Seeps through my opened window,
I again give thanks to the Lord
That He has favored me.

I ask for guidance and strength
To get me through this autumn morning
To experience another new day
And make it one well spent.

October 03, 2002

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