No agenda
Mass last night
the day is a blank canvas
long awaited
the birds are singing
the frog is silent
a misty morning in June
the trail is calling
like a prayer
Come walk in the wood
I reply I’ll be there soon.
©Anita Adams 6/18/2017
Sunday
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 Adams
Called to Write 