Morning Vigil

In the early hours of morning

When the dew is on the grass

And the earth, expectant, silent,

Waits for dawning time to pass,

Here I walk my garden pathways

Where the fragrant flowers disclose

Secrets of inspiring beauty,

Thoughts from mignonette and rose.

Oh, the lovely things they tell me,

Silent but true and clear,

And my egar inner spirit

Is responsive as I hear

Messages of God's sure bounty,

His provision for each need

Of the soul and body hunger...

Joy flows through me as I heed.

Oh, my garden is God speaking;

From this tryst I go forth free

To the duties that are calling,

To the work he has for me.

When the tasks seem long and dreary

And my spirit is hard-pressed,

I relive the morning vigil;

And remembering, I am blest.

by Della Adams Leitner

from Ideals