The morning was like hot molasses today,
sticking against my body,
without a drop of morning dew,
but I’m still grateful to be alive,
how about you?
I walked around the flower patch,
and watered the flowers and my feet,
without defeat from the morning heat
A little cool breeze came and touched my face,
through the heat without defeat too,
I’m grateful to be a live,
how about you?
I saw the rose bush in the flower bed,
by age and its hybrid kind should have died years ago,
but there it was with new beautiful red blooms,
up above the thorny stem in the bright sunshine
We had planted the rose bush after we moved back in our home,
after all the repairs were done that destroyed our home in 1999
I don’t know about you but each new morning,
my spirit finds a way to rejoice with gratitude,
in the gift of being alive and today I found it from the hot heat,
that tasted as sweet as sticky molasses and
the red roses blooming above the thorny stem,
with a morning, Amen
Hot Sweet Molasses
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