A poem prayer for the blah days

do you see the crow?

Thanks for the sound of crickets and crows

and the chattering rivers that flow.

Falling leaves and dying sun that dapples them as they go.

Time to ponder and time to drink

to swallow all you wish me to think.

Your love it flows just as the river goes

and fills my soul to the brink.

A soul that desperately needs to know

that your love can fill it deep.

Chattering and laughing it sings

of a joy so full it rings out deep and low.

The trees they move in the breeze

just as your spirit moves me to see

How great is my need for you.

My prayer is 'Come just like the dew,

Come to my soul and renew.

Awaken my joy for all that you give.

Awaken my soul and teach me to live. 

Isaiah 55:2b-3a