Since childhood, I’ve loved
the tranquility early morning
offers, in quiet moments
drawn to God’s peace.

Nature's hand spans
over a canvas of sky,
grey morphs to indigo
blue, suddenly blushes
crimson, opalescence clouds, magical
shape shifters, oblivious of time

Dark lace trees silhouette in
shelter, mockingbird’s sweet solo
rises above a cacophony
of birds’ enthrall

Chilled air chases
sleep from these eyes
A spontaneous whisper
beckons, come walk upon the earthen
hills, morning doves sing love
songs, mischievous crows shriek
I am here. I am here.

A unique symphony never to be
heard the same way twice
Nature’s intricate creation 
Brown leaves curl up
even in death, exquisitely
beautiful, aware new life
will come

Imperfect shapes combine
perfectly, never needing to
question their part, unfolding 
naturally, according to a grand
design, as dark transforms, once
again, into light, echoes
God’s affirmations
I am love. I am love.

Trail ends, taking my leave
a dog barks caution, plane whirs
overhead, a distant siren screams,
entering the cares of this
world, God’s song carries
You are loved. You are loved.

                                                                      By Liz Sorensen Wessel

Photo art by ~liz