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\n<\/a>first sliver of dawn
\nmy heart awakens slowly
\nmind gently musingPsalms and songs of praise
\necho forth from my being
\nmoments of sweet prayer<\/span><\/p>\n
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before unkind word
\nor uncharitable thoughts
\nhave formed on my lips<\/p>\n

I offer to You
\nmyself, in strength and weakness
\nsimply who I am<\/p>\n

fresh coffee brewing
\n“Busy working for the kingdom”*
\nhelp me to pray as<\/p>\n

do-lists and deadlines
\ncopious meetings, projects
\nshift to overdrive<\/p>\n

“Teach me your ways, Lord
\nThat I may walk in your truth
\nDirect my heart, pray”**<\/p>\n

that I might remain
\npure at the end of this day
\nas I feel right now<\/p>\n

washed in morning’s dew
\nreconciled and cleansed by sleep
\nBody, mind and soul<\/p>\n

take my humble thoughts
\nfortify me with your love
\nI praise you always<\/p>\n

JMM. Excerpts from *hymn “aint got time to die” and **Psalm 86 \u00a0August 18 2015<\/p>\n

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\nAngry, brooding shades of grey
\nOpposites attract<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Color brushes edge
\nOf each dark and moving cloud
\nShushing the thunder<\/span><\/p>\n

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Sunset in West Bend Wi. August 20 2015. Poem Jill Maria Murdy<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Autumn Song<\/strong><\/p>\n

Warm, Crispy Autumn
\nDriving along the Backroads
\nCrops, and Farms and Fields<\/p>\n

Sun Rising Slowly
\nOld Man in Middle of Road
\nTractor Putts Along<\/p>\n

Corn Stalks, Dry, Fading
\nPumpkins, Apples, Road-Side Stands
\nRun on Trust Alone<\/p>\n

Red Barn Peeling Paint
\nWill it hold on through Winter?
\nTired, Sagging Low<\/p>\n

Smell of Burning Leaves
\nWafts through my Open Window
\nScenes from Days Gone By<\/p>\n

Set out this morning
\nhurrying to appointment
\nrush to be on time<\/p>\n

Not Realizing
\nMy Journey, Destination
\nwere One and the Same<\/p>\n

Savor Earth’s Goodness
\nExtraordinary Fall
\nSuch a Simple Bliss<\/p>\n

JMM 10\/27\/2014 \u00a0 \u00a0After I wrote it , this one begged to be a song, so I finally acquiesced.<\/p>\n