Good Morning, Mercy

This poem began through what I say to my puppy every morning. The more I thought about those words, the more I realized their beauty. This led to this poem.

Beams race across the atmosphere bold and bright Tendrils of vapor dance and rise to meet the light Glories’ petals awaken before my sight And I say, “Good morning, mercy.”

Crisp air bites and stings The song of creation the new day brings Whispered hallelujahs start to ring And I say, “Good morning, mercy.”

Stresses of yesterday might rear again Break the peace of this moment when These reminders of Your faithfulness silence their din And I say, “Good morning, mercy.”