She unfolds her damp, chilled petals
To greet the new, dawning Light.
She does this daily, her part of Creation
This is her Morning Glory plight.
Daily she stretches her imaginative self,
Striving to improve her Perfect Hope so bright.
Will this be the day to take her leave,
Or will she close again before the night?
The Sun rises high in the noon day sky
Shedding Light on all of His nations.
The Morning Glory retreats reverently
To her meditative position wondering
If tomorrow they both will return.
The dew drops dry to her withered beauty
Like the dried tears on the cheek of a child.
But there is no sadness,
Just a persistent yearning
To unfold and bathe eternally
In the warmth of His Loving Light.
It is really quite simple.
The Morning Glory
Is quietly and patiently
Mourning her Glory
And yearning for the special, dawning day
When she can return to her Creator's Garden
And blossom for Eternity.
Praising Him with her beauty,
forever to unfold.
May we all live and fulfill our potential
as beautifully and valiantly!