tuesday | october 4 | 2011

another day.

the end of each day

bears with it the promise

of tomorrow. the unending flow

of sun ups-and-downs reiterates

the earth's diurnal vow, and

for a moment,

i can believe that

i won't be this way forever.

the cover of dusk-lit clouds contains

me within the shell of my body,

and once again, i'm human.

i hope, and am sometimes confident,

that my spirit will merge with

terrestrial revolution and i, too,

will be enlightened by the Risen Sun.

i sing my morning song with

beaked brethren, blessing the world

and all that is in it,

and my soul wakes from the mire of sleep,

enlivened by the One who make all things new.