Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: What Kind of Morning-Person Are You?

Tuesday, October 17, 2023

(whole precious page below)

I wish I was a 'don't-hit-snooze!' morning person, but I'm not.

I tell myself hitting snooze helps prepare me

to crawl out of that big, black hole of cozy oblivion,

but it is in reality a bit of a lazy habit I intend to break!

Keep me accountable, okay??😅💓

Also I am a 'coffee-before-talky-please' person

which I have no inclination to change...

Another gorgeous day well on its way...

'God, guide and keep'🙏

Across dawn’s slumber-heavy world alarm clocks buzz and beep

As drowsy bodies are uncurled and startled from sweet sleep

Some hit new day’s ground running, others stumble to a cup

Of fresh brewed tea or java, yawning, stretching, waking up

Some celebrate cognizance with verbose vigor, some groan

Some at best, muster unintelligible monotone

Some leap like fleet gazelles, while others hit snooze and deflate

For ten more minutes before it is time to acclimate

…to ‘night is done!! awake, awake, it’s time to rise and shine’

For today is a-wasting like a flower on time’s vine

Dreamlands jolt to reality beneath unfolding skies

Where duty calls and bumper-to-bumper traffic replies

Blink-blink, morning turns pink, as slumber’s blanket dissipates

Some sing for joy, some suffer pain and sorrow’s testing weights🙏🙏😥

Some exercise, some wise in their own eyes don’t think to pray

Some do; but all share in the common ground we call Today

This hymn, learned when I was a child,

helped to shape a lifelong, holy habit!!

Lyrics by Mary A. Kidder

Ere you left your room this morning,
Did you think to pray?
In the name of Christ our Savior,
Did you sue for loving favor,
As a shield today?
- Refrain:
  Oh, how praying rests the weary!
  Prayer will change the night to day;
  So when life seems dark and dreary,
  Don’t forget to pray.
When you met with great temptation,
Did you think to pray?
By His dying love and merit,
Did you claim the Holy Spirit
As your guide and stay?
When your heart was filled with anger,
Did you think to pray?
Did you plead for grace, my brother,
That you might forgive another
Who had crossed your way?
When sore trials came upon you,
Did you think to pray?
When your soul was bowed in sorrow,
Balm of Gilead did you borrow
At the gates of day?