Sunday Morning

and FAITH calls

a poem arises in me like the sun

to my desk with pen and journal in hand

the words flow as the pink clouds appear like a prayer

a new day dawns and all that’s in it is spirit full.

Robert Louis Stevenson, utters a whisper: “Smile and wake up you sleepy head.”

© Anita AdamsPink Clouds

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