I woke up this morning
Worried, on the go
To places I know not
And no thoughts of blessings flowed
Like blue skies and white clouds
Animals at play
Bees making honey
Horses that neigh
Streams that ripple slowly
Trees that shade my soul
Slivers of rays that find me
So life won't take its toll
God is here and there
And everywhere I look
On the land, in the sea
In the fish in the brook
Now, when I awaken
Be still first, and ponder
Let these words echo softly
Of Gods blessings I shall not wander
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Author:
Lionel Mandrake (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With so many bad things in our world, I thought it would be a good idea to slow down and awaken with better thoughts. Gratitude. It works!
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I was beginning to wonder as well! It was a curious thought to think what proportion of active poets are woke and how that played into their daily grind.
you can beat an egg and a carpet and a drum, but you just can't beat a bit of gratitude, can you ...... I am not yet woke, but hardly slept a wink last night and feel so bloomin drained ................ Neville 🙂
Yes. The human condition needs gratitude to start and end the day.
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