Lee Merrill

And I Pray - Poem by Lee Merrill

In silence of the morning dew
The rippling breezes whisper there,
I mark the moments, late and few,
A curtain drawn in shimmering air.

Red blossoms sleep, their silken heads,
The rising sun will waken them,
The garden paths the Lord God treads
Will meet within Jerusalem.

Yet now I wait, but in the hushed
Sweet stillness that around me stays
I sense a growing, childlike trust,
An angel with me, and I pray...

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  • Titi Dale (2/3/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Great rhyming here, rhythm and philosophy, an interesting title: -) I look forward to watching you as you excel in this world of poetry.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

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