Morning Poems

Sun Blessed Morning

The sun does spill on every flower

the nectar and the dew

On this a blessed morning

created for me and you.

I’m resting here on my rocking chair

basking in the nice warm air

This is a morning of pure delight

I’m precious in His sight.

Janet Vargas© May 2012

His Likeness Shines Forth

In everything both great and small

We see the Hand of God in all,

And every day, some-where, some-place,

We see the likeness of His Face.

For who can watch a new day's birth

Or touch the warm, life giving Earth

Or feel the softness of a breeze

Or look at skies through lacy trees

And say they've never seen His Face

Or looked upon His throne of Grace

And man's search for God will end and begin

When he opens his heart to let Christ in.

Helen Steiner Rice ©

Early Morn

Each day I watch the sun come up

From o’er the clouded glen,

I listen to the world awake

And wonder where I’ve been.

To miss the beauty of the morn,

To see the earth arise

To look at all her colors spread

When e’er she opens her eyes.

To see the land and sky rebound

From the crystal lake,

To hear the birds like trumpets sound

When in the morn I wake.

Stephen Pray ©

On my Veranda

The sun, it shines upon my soul

Making me feel so whole

I feel it’s gentle warmth within

as I rest there in my chair.

Some birds are singing in the park

It is a pleasant time

In the mornings on my veranda

I am blessed with this atmosphere.

Janet Vargas© April 2012

Breakfast for the soul

I meet God in the morning and go with Him through the day

Then in the stillness of the night

before sleep comes I pray

That God will just take over all the problems I

could not solve,

And in the peacefulness of sleep my cares would all dissolve.

So when I open up my eyes to greet another day

I'll find myself renewed in strength and there will

open up a way

To meet what seemed impossible for me to

solve alone,

And once again I'll be assured

I am never on my own.

Helen Steiner Rice ©

SING AS THE BIRDS SING

Oh, how sweet the music of the birds

That chirp and sing in early morn.

They make a melody without words

And make me glad I was born.

Let's all sing as the birds sing

And make a glad noise.

Let our happy voices ring

And tell of our many joys.

If one bird falls upon the ground

The one who created it knows.

Wings He gives them to fly around

Seeds and berries for them grows.

If so much for a bird, He cares

He cares more for you and me.

We know He hears our prayers

Our troubles He can surely see.

Each time you begin to hear

The sweet music of the birds.

You can know that God is near

And speaks to us without words.

Norma Jean Duncan, Princeton, WV

Morning Glory

The sun breaks through the eastern sky

Peeping through the soft fleecy clouds

It stifles a yawn and gently simpers

Then blows a kiss to the sleeping world

The somnolent mountains spring to life

Like the dainty flowers in bloom

Little birds perched on tree branches

Chirp in unison to greet the royal sun

The sweet scent of red rose blossoms

Fill the morning air with heavenly perfume

While bees hum seductive tunes to the flowers

As they flap their wings with the butterflies

The sun gives a lazy wave of greeting

As I walk through the little heaven

Anticipation consumes my senses

As nature unfolds its pristine masterpiece

Rachelle Arlin Credo ©

Morning in Spring

In the early morning light

I see such sights__

Spring is bursting in the air

flowers are budding everywhere

Yes, spring is full of joyful flowers

and warm refreshing showers.

Janet Vargas© May 2012

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Evening Poems

The Richest Gifts

The richest gifts are God's to give

As long as you live may you walk with Him

And dwell in His Love

As He sends you good gifts

From Heaven Above

Helen Steiner Rice ©

Evening Hours

T he dusk has little gateways

That lead to pleasant homes

Enveloped in the soft light

Before the darkness comes.

Each home is in a garden

Alight with vivid blooms,

And there are fragrant posies

In all the restful rooms.

They are so cool and quiet,

After the hectic day,

After the crowded hours

That rush us on our way.

They are the little havens

Where we may turn to sit

And rest us in a leisure

The day could not permit.

Ella C. Forbes ©

Lovely Bed!

It’s night, beautiful night

after a busy day__

Under the covers

there is no other

thing that I have to do.

I’ll drift into slumber

beneath those covers__

into the quite of night.

Janet Vargas© June 2012

Autumn Night

Birds are singing their songs at night

in the breeze of the trees__

the ones with the rustling leaves.

I hear them singing their melodies

so pretty and pleasant by the eaves__

Of my front porch

with a gently lit torch

On this pleasant autumn night.

Janet Vargas© June 2012

Summer Breeze

Those sweet fragrant flowers

I could smell for hours

they’re perfumed to my delight.

The fragrance is best

nearby where I rest

on my sofa before it’s night.

Janet Vargas© May 2012

Pleasantly Blessed

Under my blankets at night__

So cosy I would be__

I look through my window at the stars

The moonlight resting there__

I ponder my day’s activities

When I went out for a walk__

I thank you God and I praise You

For all those comforts of mine__

You’ve blessed my day

You’ve blessed my night

I’m precious in Your sight.

Janet Vargas© April 2012

Sweet Dreams

You look tired,

you need some rest,

A good night’s sleep,

is often best. I wish you a deep

and truly sweet dream,

With a waterfall,

and a gentle stream.

Comfy white pillow,

and your warm soft sheet,

Will feel like heaven,

it’s surely a treat.

Hope you sleep,

in total piece,

All your concerns,

your mind shall release.

In the morning,

when you wake,

You’ll be ready,

to dance and shake.

Martin Dejnicki ©

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The Fragrance remains

There's an old Chinese proverb

that if practiced each day

Would change the world in a wonderful way

It's truth is so simple it's easy to do,

It works every time and successfully too.

For you can't do a kindness without a reward

Not in silver or gold but in the Joy of

The Lord.

You can't light a candle to show others the way

Without feeling the warmth of that bright little ray,

And you can't pick a rose all fragrant with dew

Without part of it's fragrance remaining on you.

Helen Steiner Rice ©

QUIETNESS

Lord tell me now of gentle things,

Your tender love and care.

Of quiet times to rest my soul,

These precious moments rare.

Are like a lily sweet and pure,

It's tender leaves unfold.

It gives a fragrance like to God

When Your own love is told.

Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy

(1917-1994)

Prayer at Night

In your Presence I want to linger

through the gentle hush of the night

when there's not a care or task in sight.

A time for reflection of Your blessed Face

Sadness or anger can't be traced

just LOVE and PEACE.

Janet Vargas© Sept 2012

Enfolded in His Love

The Love of God Surrounds us

Like the air we breathe around us__

As near as a heartbeat, as close as a prayer,

And whenever we need Him, His always there!

Helen Steiner Rice ©

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