Here In The Morning

The moon is fading fainter still 

And as the sun wakes to the day

The clouds cling over tree and hill

Till the sun’s light melts them away

The swallows chase each other round

While hummingbirds fly in my face

And the flowers peek above the ground

Still sleepy from their resting place

The morning’s glory fills my eyes

And shines and takes my breath away

I look up to the morning skies

And watch You bring in a new day

And all the beauty that I see

Remains a token of Your grace

That made all this beauty for me

Now in the light I see Your face

You give this day into my hand

Wrapped in the glory of the dawn

I take this gift, as here I stand

And watch the rising sun shine on

And here in the morning

I will seek You

-- photo and poem by Hannah Rose Klein, 

from Silverlake, Washington