Morning

Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
Psalm 30:4-6

Waking no alarm light
breaking through dream webs
and muffled incomplete fears
and I remember breathing
stretching taking in
a new day.

Yesterday the errands and tasks
heavy obligations frustrations
swirling in stalled traffic
and long lists.

There was no gentle
sigh no tender touch of
comfort and encouragement
steel on brass and sharp edges
the world abrasive
we are ground and worn down.

Hot angry tears burning
red rivulets down cheeks
the scorned and the weary
abandoned, forsaken left
to lie down in rough places
nightmares visiting
taking hold.

In the depths of night love
looked down and gazed
upon sleeping fitful children
sheets twisted sweating brows
a heart as big as the horizon
made room for one more.

Waking light unfolding love
a whisper and a promise
beginning a new season of
favor and blessing.