Sunlight rolls into my room; glorious sprays
like ocean waves crashing over rocks, foam white,
wakes me, warms my bones, revives this living clay.
Birds seeking seeds, worms, in chorus praise the Light.
They build their nests from twigs, twine and scraps they thieve
All while scooping and diving in graceful flight.
Luminescent, filigree webs spiders weave
to lure, catch and store their prey for sustenance;
their patterns human artists seek to achieve.
Nature’s scents of pine or cedar, such fragrance
as an ocean breeze, gardenia, rose
appeal to senses; heart, mind and souls enhance.
Sweet strawberries, dark chocolate in appose
the taste to tongue cannot compare, it’s premiere
and with romance comes a sigh of sweet repose.
Yet are we thankful for these gifts we hold dear?
God’s provision began with His spoken word
available to see, smell, taste, touch and hear.
Since then His plan to save has transformed, altered
Our hearts; His love and grace have forever stirred.
This poem was inspired by the accompanying photo by Beth Byrnes.