Surely, I would empty my purse for one more Morning like this! A sunrise with my Lord heals the soul in distress.

 

Again to sit on this porch my Father beside- I would muse, I would think, but mostly pray: “You are my loving Father, Lord and Friend- and I know you are here to stay”

 

Yet I know that this moment may only last a short while. So, “enjoy it I must”, to myself I demand. So together we sit, my Father and I cup of coffee in hand.

 

anthony forrest