I awake to the dawn
and belong
to the soft arms of the day.
I stretch, and shower and dress,
feeling this day's soft caress
inside my every motion.
Even as I smooth the lotion
upon my drying skin,
I sense a special notion
within this day begin.
I search my room, I search the house
peer out the window pane;
Some clue, somewhere that may
explain the difference now from yesterday.
Its way is not disturbing
nor do I feel distraught,
only that it seems I ought
to know what I do not!!
My curiosity begins to wane
as I abide this morning's shift
when slowly I begin to note
the dark cloud from my head's
adrift!
The menace that tormented me,
threatening, hanging heavily
has lifted its black dread!
My mind, now peacefully at ease,
it seems this dawn has washed my head!
I haven't any answers
for what took place today;
perhaps it was my prayer last night
and God gave me a stay.
The dawn is His, after all,
His gift is daily given.
I was slow in opening it,
my mind, I fear was locked in prison.
But not today; an open cell,
into the dawns soft arms I fell,
and while, at first I could not see
God opened up this day for me...