Morning Prayers
Morning Prayers
I move my eyes toward the middle
waiting for the whisper
to tell my soul to calm,
mind to breathe.
“The Lord” is not a reference
I make often. It’s the perfect
Beginning ode to the being we
idolize the most.
Not to be curt, I cherish, God.
When my heart is racing
against the dawn of day.
I cry out, on silent tones, God.
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I am growing in my faith, and this poem inspired that reality.
