morning shape

Listening...
Waves crashing
Over blackish sea.
Something cricket-like
Chirp-ping rhythmically.
Night-sounds soon to end
Their watch of worship, being.
Young and true, bowing palms
And foot dimpled beach sands
Remain through-out the night.
Bats chasing bugs, dancing
Together in the lamplight. 
Keeper of The All Things, 
Enjoy our thank offering
To You for Your world
— — — Sustained.
Morning comes. 
Hear my voice. 
Counsel me. 
Guide me.
You are
The joy
With
Me.