Morning Prayer

My heart is present before you

like a candle flame

pulsing in the darkness.

Morning has dawned.

Last night's rain stains the ground,

slowly receding

with the caress of cool air,

like a mother's hand

upon the forehead

of a hot and tear-stained child.

It is enough to rest in You.

"Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes arrogant; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. I have soothed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child resting against his mother, My soul within me is like a weaned child." ~Psalm 131:1-2

by Heather J. Willis, author