Every day I feed the birds

Just thoughts on my morning

My morning schedule isn't much.

I read and pray for things I must.

My charge of Love wakes up and thus.

After grace I feed her, to keep her trust.

Because I intake so small

the birds await for their turn to devour.

I get done and out the door, with water and seed their life to live.

When the bath is full, I spread my toil.

I pray that God will see and grace.

They are only birds of the wild.

They make me happy, they repay with a smile.

Author's Note

Feel free to leave any thoughts, just a bit of self expression.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what a peaceful place to be in~a sweet write~