mornings

dark summer morning
before the birds awake
I hear the cicadas rhythmic hum
have they been up all night?

I meditate on words just read
but am interrupted
by duties I dread

the day has trouble enough it's true

so I wait for peace to pursue

I make my list and face my dread
While words like this give me my daily bread:

"do not be anxious about your life...instead seek his kingdom..."
and ease your strife.