#WritcoPoemPrompt77


In whispers of dawn, a gentle caress,
Each breath of the morning, a promise to bless.
He paints the vast skies in colors so bright,
Reminding the weary of hope and of light.

He listens to prayers, both silent and loud,
Embracing the heartbeats that tremble in crowds.
With arms ever open, He welcomes the lost,
A shepherd to guide through the valleys embossed.

With each drop of rain that falls on the earth,
He nurtures the soil,...