“Inner Rythms”
I wake, click in, an hour or two;
Lots done, myself, reflective view
On life, while others get their rest;
From that has come my very best.My run-through started six AM
Up north – my time, at dawn I can
Kick back, relax, my time – get lost
Without that time I pay the cost.The shift to five, or four, or three
Emerged through time, so now I see
It’s one-point-five, or two at most,
I do this way ’fore morning toast.One writer did two hours at first
Of day, and from her pen would burst
Best work for her – sometimes I read
The time’s best used – for planting seed –In lives of others or myself,
A simple pleasure on this shelf;
I guess the others do their lives
With ways and means, so each one thrives.Lord, so it’s been since grandpa’s day,
Through dad to me – each found a way
To do our lives in You in night –
With inner rhythms we don’t fight.Thanks Lord for this.
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