Another early winter morning
puffy white clouds racing overhead
I imagine dogs, fish, a dinosaur, funny faces;
every few minutes a new newsreel
of circus enjoyment.
How does God do it
all around the globe
keeping the sky amusements
for Earth’s inhabitants.
If I had that responsibility
I wouldn’t sleep at night;
I would stay up
about the next morning’s show;
and to complicate matters, its always morning somewhere;
the curtain never drops.
But He does that
and so much more.
He watches over the young mother holding her newborn
for the first time;
the squirrels swaying in treetop in their leafy nest;
and even, to the tern standing on ice in Antarctica
He gives a gentle nudge,
to head to northern nesting grounds in Canada;
long before any hope of Spring.
And then, with a little brush of His breath
He wakes me from a winter sleep into joyful imaginings.