The Wee Hours
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I love walking when everyone is asleep and all is quiet. It's then that I communicate with my Maker and receive peace. I tell Him how grateful I am for all His goodness to me and mine. I thank Him for listening to me when I reach out to Him. I thank Him and ask Him to help me become what He intended for me to be.I ask Him for His providence and protection and to protect our environment from our continuous attempts to improve on what He already made perfect. Then I go home refreshed and strengthed to face the day.
It's the wee hours of the morning,
And the rain is drizzling down.
It makes the air all fresh and clean,
As I walk the streets of town.
Although July is ending,
It's damp and cold tonight,
And there's no moon to light my way.
The streets are lit by street lights.
A nighthawk calls above me.
An owl greets me here.
A cat scampers across my path.
What else will next appear?
I still feel the quiet peace,
That comes from nightly walks.
Just me and God alone at last,
Accompanied by our dogs.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2023
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