Good Morning God Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The dawn is breaking
my dreams were heavy
as the sun climbs
I have forgotten them all

The energy of the day
swoops me up
in its whirlpool
its magnet
its magnificence
and its pathos
and just being
sometimes
just being

Good morning God

I raise my hand
and wave it
upward
that's where
he must dwell
somewhere
beyond everything

Wait a minute
is he not here
right now
in the smallest
to the biggest?

Of course he is
I've always known that
but it's nice
to raise my hands
to those blue skies
and white fluffy clouds
and just say
with a wave of the hand
'Hello'

I'd do it to a friend
wouldn't I?
So why not
to the one
who hopefully
is the best friend
I'll ever have?