Morning

I will never tire 
of sunrise glancing off the river’s ripples 
Or how you are still with me when I wake 

I will never tire of your breakfast fire 
Hot coals for my hunger 
And fish that leapt into your hands when you walked by 

This remembrance more real than all my chronos moments
Your breath still quickening my lungs
As you sing matins over me
Strum your peace into my river

~LG

S.D.G.

Lindsey Gallant
Seeker of God in the ordinary, bearer of beautiful news, pilgrim on a life of prayer.

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