A morning prayer

Breathes still upon my neck the chill of night,
Your gift of day arrives, the stars in flight;
I do not know what this new day may hold,
My only prayer: let not my soul grow cold.

But more I ask, that I might light the fire
Of God within another, to heaven aspire,
As morning rays ignite the highest trees,
Your glory rises fast and darkness flees.

Say amen. Ask for prayers. Give thanks.