When Morning Prayer Comes Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

Old beds and cupboards waiting to be cleaned
Restoration of love and miracles beam,
to those whose hands are raised and empty.

Cold isolated hearts, where to we go?
Cold isolated hearts, where do we wait?
Orphans with duties come the power of

Almighty God. Rain or shine the reminders
of the sky. It is simply beautiful! Earth with
dancing leaves, wind touching nape! The majestic

breath of God reminds, that grace abounds
in the silent hours of day -
when morning prayer comes.