Sunday Mornings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The sun awakens me from the darkness of the night. It warms my face in its golden glow. It is the dawning of another day.

SUNDAY MORNINGS

By Al Garcia

The sun awakens me from the darkness of the night.  It warms my face in its golden glow.  It is the dawning of another day. 

How strange to wake from dreams and reverie to the reality of a new day, fresh and clean like the morning sky, open to possibilities not yet pondered, not yet formed within the confines of my stirring mind. 

Sunday mornings.  Quiet, peaceful mornings.  Time to reflect.  Time to give thanks.  Time to sleep late if that’s what it takes to refresh and recharge body and soul. 

Sunday mornings, serene and tranquil, with church bells ringing, choirs singing, and children listening to Bible stories. 

The world begins anew on Sunday Mornings.  A reflection of a new creation blooming in the morning sun.


Submitted: July 14, 2021

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