Something 'bout The Morning

 

There is something ‘bout the morning that inspires hope anew

When far and foreign hills appear in night’s receding hue

Where Yonder is a word that wears a fresh, unfaded gown

And wonder is a hurt that flirts twixt Knowing and Unknown

There is something ‘bout the morning that highlight’s Time’s bit by bit

And makes us dearly stagger at the weightless weight of it

For bit by bit becomes the Whole and what we do and say

In bit by bit allotments shapes far more than Yesterday

There is something ‘bout the morning; like a greeting card from God

As our eyes turn heavenward and our feet to sod

And we return, yet never quite, to what dusk-shadows stilled

Of missions not accomplished yet and vision unfulfilled

Futile to try to reconcile the ‘why’ that will not stop

‘Why some drink sorrow’s ocean and others taste but a drop’

Why some have everything and others nothing, so it seems

Futile to reconcile with eyes what faith-hope-trust esteems

There is something ‘bout the morning that replenishes the cup

Where twilight drained its remnant yet by daylight is filled up

Where stumble-fumbles testify at night on our behalf

Still, something ‘bout the morning rouses us to live, love, laugh

© Janet Martin

Good morning! Is it a good-white-April-morning where you are?

Victoria said it feels like her first day back to school after Christmas holidays;-)

As long as my main writing time is in the morning I imagine there will be Morning Poems because there's something 'bout morning that awes, A New every time!

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
 Ps.90:12