At Early Morning
One never knows what will be
early in the morning after all
the tears and hurts lightly slept
new light and the promise of a breeze.
When we think we are facing the end
new life, sweet faced smiling children
a possibility where there was none
and others think them idle tales.
Here we stand in the garden's beauty
light filtered through green leaves
shimmering dew drops on flower petals
morning's promise still unfolding.
When we come to the end of the trail
we begin again with hopeful hearts
every death calling for new life
every cold stone tomb a resurrection.
Afraid we are facing the worst
We rub away the sleep from our eyes
to behold love face to face
new and blossoming every morning.
I will go to the garden and the tombs
with trembling heart and hopeful spirit
for there is life beyond the story's end
an unexpected birth on the horizon.