I Can Only Speak Of Reverence

I write about the mystery of life

I can only speak of reverence

 

How can I ever tell you?

The joy that’s in my soul?

How can one speak of magic

And the way one feels so whole?

In these early morning hours

As the sun begins to shine

No dirt, no grit, no ugliness

Does touch this soul of mine

 

I can only speak of reverence

Cause this be what I feel

I guess that I’m a happy man

And you know I always will

Worship all the wondrous things

That the early morning brings

As with the birds that wake the morn

My heart so sweetly sings

 

I’d speak about the mystery

And the way my heart is stirred

As the evening turns to day

But I have not the words

That justifies the way I feel

I love, love, love, love life!

I just sit here with my pen in hand

So free from every strife.