Here, is Good.16

[It's winter. Sometimes in winter, one needs to re-instate the series of Here is Good, 

 in order to remind oneself:  Here, [thank you] is Good.]

He wakes me in the early early,
peers over my sleepy shoulder,
says, "Come and sit with Me."

"I'm so tired!" I mumble,
rolling deeper in my slumber.

He waits a moment,
His pause weighing more
than the warmth of my bed.

Then:
"Your body is weary but
your heart is weary more," He says;
"Come and sit,
 

with Me."