It’s seven AM. I’m seated at my computer
In my most Eastern room. That be where
You’ll find me at most any time of day, but
The early morn is the time, I like the best.
The sun has broken o’er the mountain rim
Casting shadows everywhere. I bend down
To pick up a Maple leaf or two and find,
Bare floor. The sun like an artist, has drawn
Maple leaves there. The tree tops glisten
With the early mornin’ dew, all this beauty
God’s gift to me and to you. My Eastern
Room’s a sanctuary set aside to catch and
Allow one and all to see the magic of the
Heavens bring this picture to the world.
That’s where you will find me day after day
From early mornin’, good weather and bad,
At my computer, tapping the keys, be it
Rain, sleep on, sunshine or snow. C’mon to
My Eastern room, where you’ll find beauty
To spare as you look ‘round the rim of the mount.
Thank you, Lord, for all I see and all I be, until
The time You call on me, to come home.
Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
July 28, 2013