My Shelter

Oh silent, soulful morning
What did I do to get
These peaceful golden moments
Free of dark regret?

The sun shines through my window
And kisses sleepy eyes
Calling me to come and see
The spring’s first cloudless skies.

The air is crystal coldness

My heart beats in its peace
And joy becomes my shelter,
A world that’s lined with fleece.

For some, the hour is early
And they will never know
The sweetness of your greeting
And dawn’s enriching glow.

© 2011  Pam H. Murray