Meeting God

Morning dew 

Crispy air 

Creamy coffee

Damp fresh air 

 

I listen to what the birds

Have to say

The night was long

And full of tales 

 

I then stand up

Stretching my body

Offending the spiders web

‘I’m sorry!’

 

I intrude this place

I break the silence

I drink this bliss 

This gift from the mother 

 

I take handfuls of Grace 

And fill my pockets 

Then return 

Every morning

Internally guided 

​

Kasia Kowalska