I miss the mornings
Miss out on the time
Just too many yawnings
It’s not a great crime
Missing sunrises
Beautiful water
The freshly skieses
More of my daughter
The newness begun
Is better to pray
And more with my son
The start of the day
I should be walking
Right out in the bay
Hearing the talking
Creation at play
But alas! I’m weary
My body fatigued
My mind is restless
My spirit no heed
But regardless I see
Eternal begun
There’s no rush to sea
When I have the Son
