In the morning poem by steven james humphreys
Nature poetry, Spiritual poetry

In the morning

In the morning I look out my window and everything is still there like it was the day before.

it is with this predictability that when I look out to the blackened sky

on a starry night I know God must be out there,

somewhere.

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