A Morning Like This
The morning reached into me today.
said, “look at me. This is yours.”
Particles of light rushed to my sight,
the world outside me groaned deeply.
My bed, a home for my body,
wrapped it’s arms around me tighter
than the darkness around the moon.
Alone, I was, mute to the songs of nature, a holy grail
obtained only when you are still
in mind and body.
A seed of dust danced in the warm air and disappeared elegantly.
There were no cars. No trains to break this peace.
Just the birds whispering to me at my window,
Telling me to get up and live another day.
Live to see it all happen again.
Live to see God’s Promise.