SUNDAY MORNING PEACE

SUNDAY MORNING PEACE

It is Sunday morning in my world

And my heart is full of peace,

The day is just beginning

And it's wonders never cease.

I see a watery sun in a pale blue sky

And there is a gentle breeze,

Winter roses are still blooming

Even on days like these.

Bread is cooking in my kitchen

And warm sweet smells fill the air,

My heart is full of thanks today

For family and friends everywhere.

I have the whole day before me

To do what I feel is best

It will be a calm and peaceful day

I will not be put to the test.

Tender thoughts are winging

To those whose path is steep,

Who carry on regardless

And often stop to weep.

I think of you all so often

And whisper up a prayer

That you will be given strength

And wrapped in tender care.

Random thoughts are now buzzing

In this busy head of mine

About the things that I should do -

The washing's on the line.

The bread and soup are cooking

And I feel at ease

With the direction of my journey

On Sundays such as these.

Wherever you are on your journey

I wish you peace and calm

May angels hover over you 

And keep you safe from harm.

I wish you peace and gladness

And a song within your heart

May this day be just a beginning

Of a very special start.

A time when comes awareness

And a gratitude for life 

In spite of all the dangers

The trouble and the strife.

May love and laughter fill your home

And tenderness be your friend.

May courage help you face

Whatever is around the bend.

© Linda J.Vaughan

12th. June 2011

A COLD SUNDAY MORNING

MUSING ON A COLD SUNDAY MORNING.

The steel grey sky and icy wind

Have crept into my day,

A winter Sunday morning

Has slowly come my way.

The wind is strong and cold

As it blows around my face.

The silver beads of raindrops

Making patterns just like lace.

The trees are stark and winter bare

Of leaves and greenery.

Picturesque and very beautiful

This wintery scenery.

Children dressed all warmly

With hats and gloves and coats.

A deserted lonely boating lake ~

No small and bobbing boats.

The playground swings are still

Apart from the wind that blows,

And under this cold earth

The graceful daffodil grows.

The ducks are on the river

The gulls fly up above ,

A couple walking hand in hand ~

So very much in love.

An inside day for lots of folk

By fireside and with book,

Special music to listen to

And something nice to cook.

There are so many things I like

About this time of year

Warm thoughts and memories

Of those I hold so dear.

Those who are so busy 

With ventures new and exciting

A new job and new study

Lectures and some writing.

So on this winter Sunday

I take the time apart

To carry you all safely

In my warm and loving heart.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011