The time of deepest violet
when much of the world is dreaming
and just as the dawn chorus begins —
this my favorite hour of morning.
I imagine the blood-orange chest
of the white-throated robin;
I’ve seen him many times sitting
along the fence as he begins
the symphony, bird praises
to our Creator —this is my most
cherished time for prayer;
my mind feels less frenetic,
my whole being refreshed,
and there is a restorative sense
of thankfulness as I step
into another day, just as sure
as that warbling thrush
of the blessings
that await.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2020
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