Caps of cumulus grab the first light
and float like golden vanilla scoops.
Blue grey fitted sheets crawl
beneath the infusion of pastels.
The sun brush strokes a new day.
When I close my eyes the leaves,
combed with cooler breezes,
mimic waves from Lake Michigan.
The blue noise settles my soul
and I receive this gift of Another.
“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul,
‘Therefore I hope in Him!’”
Lamentations 3:22-24 The New King James Bible