Two blogs in a row. Remarkable, I know.
Wee morning hour reading is brought on by…
My lack of tiredness and inability to get shut eye.
The snoring giant yonder lies…
I climb out of bed with heartfelt sighs.
Not because of the noise am I still awake.
Too many thoughts in this brain to take.
There’s a sleeping bag zipper to be repaired,
Highlights needed to not be gray haired.
Pounds to be lost, and scriptures studied.
Meals to be thought up from a mind too muddied.
Stories in my soul crying out to be written.
Waiting hands, orphans and hearts to be smitten.
The darkness prevents watercolor escape.
Gresham ended tonight closing the drape.
Not often is my night’s journey cut short.
Even lesser is poetry used for sport.
Prayers for all my readers near and afar.
May God bless you and free you from this memoir.
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