Morning Call

As the mourning dove's lonely voice calls out, searching for a friend, so I call out to You.  In the morning I sing and listen for the familar sound of your voice.

Prayer

It looks like steam rising from the lake in the morning
or the spring rain falling from the sky

It sounds like the birds as they greet the new day
or the quiet of a foggy morning stroll

It tastes like the finest Cabernet and smells like the most fragrant rose

It feels like the warmth of a cup of coffee coursing through my veins
or the joy of a rich conversation with a friend.