by Tom Reilly
6:00 AM and I’m on the deck …
His choir chirps their morning song;
birds busy themselves, flying feverishly—
so much purpose in their play.
My taste buds rouse to
the first taste of morning bean—
the guiltiest of my worldly pleasures.
The waking sun, bright, confident—
reveals my day, as clearly
as the path lit before me.
His breath, the soft morning breeze,
washes over me … calming.
His Spirit—
guiding, providing
leading, feeding
directing, protecting.
Ah, the smell of morning dew—
a renewal of His creations;
He refreshes His world
and restores my soul.
He is here … fully in the solitude that is His peace;
I see Him, as I behold all of His creation.
It surrounds me, this abundance of blessings—
So much to appreciate, so little time.
Within a vastness that I cannot grasp,
I find proof of my significance
in my Creator’s heart.
I sit here as if in prayer—
my wonder worth more than words.
I’ve prayed this a thousand times.
Awe that inspires—
prayerful contemplation,
I take what I need for this day.
And tomorrow, I return … for more.
Tom Reilly is the author of 17 books, including his latest: Dynamic Writing: The Art, Craft, and Process of Written Expression, 2025