Poems by Sylvia Stults

In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take

The sky is hued with colors
Subtle hints of pinks and blues
As if waking from a slumber
Not quite ready for full view

There's a peaceful sense of serenity
That enters your very soul
It clears your mind, just in time
Fore the day then takes its toll

But like the leaves that ride the breeze
And the colors of first light
Treat each and every morning as is
Live the moment, be mindful, then take flight

Lord, where you lead, I will follow
Unafraid, of what lies ahead
I pray, in Word, for discernment
With a heart, burdened, heavy led

It's a pull, of which, I've never felt
Doors opening, likewise, the same
No logic, rhyme, nor reason
As if, you're outwardly calling my name

I walked through the gates that are narrow
Witnessing, obstacles fading away
Nothing can stop the power of God
In life's challenges, come what may

And once at my destination
Humbling hit the soul
With respect and pure intentions
It's to God I do extol

Like the birds that soar the ocean
And the whales that breach the sea
God navigates and communicates
To all humanity

All you have to do is but listen