I wake in the dark
to the sound of birdsong
with optimism
they sing of hope
with expectation
they sing of promise
with exhilaration
they sing of new light
They remember
what I am quick to forget
that our Creator
turns the planet
again and again
toward the light
into a new day
into a new future
into a better world
Exuberant birdsong
Emerging crocus
Emanating light
all speak of resurrection
of the promise
of life made new
of life made wholesome
of life made complete
I wake in the dark
but I step with conviction
that all will be changed
that light will prevail
that life is just beginning
for me
for you
for all of us
I love this.
Brad, I am glad to see your writing. This is a lovely piece.