And so the day comes
Around again it comes
Back again it comes
With no regard for consequence
and no care for timing
The leaves begin to fall
Slowly through the air
Our heads and hearts are shattered
The day it does not care.
Mornings
Morning Hopes
In a hurry
Filled with what
I do not know
Yet it wants to burst out free.
The Morning Perspective
There are days with sun like silk
That open you to things unknown
And people who are wholly built
To change the way you see the world.
Nothing falls quite so far
And rises once again
As a man who’s chased a star
And come out at the end.
Lifting up with gentle song
The singing birds in chorus sing
And if you want to sing along
Maybe that is just the thing.
Mornings
There is a newness in each morn
However faint and hard to feel
That takes away a little scorn
And makes the good a little real.
There is a light in blazing sun
That, though it burns the skin so hot,
Lights the way on our long road
And shows us what we never thought.
Let the morning filled with dew
Or dry like bones among the sands
Lift our hearts a little too
And lead us now to happy lands.
A Soul's Walk 