I rise
as the first hints of morning’s light
begins to unfold from a heavy night
as soft ever changing pink ribbons
paint over a pale egg blue sky
pulling open the shades
from night’s sleepy eyes
light graces my face and hands
as it falls inside my Irish tea cup
God’s love touches its narrow rim
as steam rises up
and pours out this joyful day!
I rise
as light falls upon open waters
now wicking through only thin ice
finding open shores
where sleepy white snow blankets clung
sky falls as the pink fades
into lovely sky waters
open and blue
found only in early twinkling twilights
as the sun bends its mighty rays
pines trees and all earth
become new again in these healing waters!
I rise
for in a single moment
I hold the passing of time
wearing my Irish shamrock locket
I rest awhile
in sacred silent pauses
burning fires through these thin veiled places
I cherish God’s eternal gifting love
surrounding my morning’s cupped hands
and dwelling within my heart’s full cup!
This becomes my simple morning’s tea cup prayer…
Written for @dVersePoets #OpenLinkNight this third Tuesday of February, 18, 2014!
This is both lovely and peaceful.
Blessings ~ Wendy
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The poem evokes a feeling of serenity. It is lovely to sit with a cup of tea, isn’t it?
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Vivid imagery; love this…..very haunting and serene. I love how the “I rise’ connects you from one verse to the next. Just beautiful.
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a sacred silence…i often sit in the morning with my cup and watch the first bit of light stream over the mountains and into the world…its a peaceful moment…a one of prayer and thankfulness….smiles. it feels like a sigh
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Such lovely imagery in both words and pictures. Oh, to wake up to such sights!
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This is beautiful and uplifting… I needed that!
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Beautiful – such rituals make us mindful and grateful. Loved this.
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what a beautiful peaceful moment… the nature images… the breathing..i like your tea cup too – i have a fav teacup that i bought when i went with my daughters to the potters market
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