
I watch the sunrise every morning
And I smile
Every morning.
There are always wings
Pointing towards that sun,
Showing my mind’s eye the way
To the day’s glowing potential.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We learn to understand
That everything is touched by time
And time must run its course.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We carry our souls like a torch.
We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,
We bring our courage forth.
And when time is right we rise again
To reclaim our newfound worth.
Still the love in your heart, make it real quiet,
So that it doesn’t go to waste.
Throw it not into the chasm of self-doubt.
I am here, your dance partner
On unsolid surface.
We’ll pedal together despite our spindly legs,
We’ll wobble on blessings if we have to
But we’ll never quite aim
for the river bank.
I have drowned my soul
In the music of this land,
The Woods, the shores, the hills,
Until I have forgotten how to live
Anywhere else.
The tossing of the sea,
The stillness of sand in silver turmoil,
The storm-beaten trees bent in prayer…
But it is a life worth living
If your soul is on the speaking terms
With Poetry.