Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you.
—Psalm 143:8
In the haze of an early rising
when the morning chorus
of birds are still tucked
in pine needle nests,
I hear You in the stillness
calling, and so I sing back
in the sweet breaths of prayer.
—C.L. Fisher, November 2022
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