These poetic thoughts spilled out of my heart and onto the pages of my journal this morning. I thought I might share them with you in the hope that they might bring you some cheer.
February Mourn
Robin Jones Gunn
Gentle coo of morning dove
First light comes to the land I love.
Rosy clouds in motherly array
Gather sunbeams and awaken the day
A brimming cup of island sounds
Familiar scent of toasted ground.
Island breeze through open door
Sunlight streaks on bamboo floor
Gecko scurries across the lanai
Bold hibiscus lift eager chins to the sky
Anticipation flutters, deep longing burns
Creation and I await the Gardener’s return.
Romans 8:22
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