Always within

Posted on by manningranch

Hours caress this tired form as I lay prone before the alarm…
Words fill a waking mind, of rhymes and wrongs and seasons gone by…
Till these feet find realities bare floors, between the comforts and thoughts I remain..
Sharing with my savior praise and thanks for the morning that just came….
Cross nights parched lips this prayer is spread…
Hope for the living, longings for the dead..
Yet well before I find mornings brew, peace on this heart falls with the morning dew…
Never without, always within, a prayer for you, and me this day will begin…
WAM

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Journalist, wordsmith, published author and crazy lazy poet....Husband, father, grandfather and friend... If I don't know you know, one day I will or at least i'll write about your in one of my blogs or books.. you'll see yourself there...