Abba Father;
The sun rose this morning in the skies,
A sight glorious to my eyes.
Layers of hues interwoven, unspoken,
Homage due far more than mere token.
The sea becomes a sensory delight,
Transformed in morning’s first sight.
The sky, the air, it’s all around me,
Golden and pastel in sight I see.
You’ve given me this very day,
For that the least that I can say,
Is “Thank You Abba” once again,
For being my Father, Creator, Friend.
                                    dfav 12/11/12
—Donna