then… the gift

then… turning the corner I caught 
a glimpse of the northeast sky 
with its soft pink delicate clouds 

I had to stop, couldn’t refuse the gift 

then… opening my journal, I began listening
with my own prayer; of writing, of being present  
and then the meadowlark began to sing or pray

I had to listen, couldn’t refuse the gift

then… off to meet Eric for coffee
a full day of gifts; the gift of sunrise,
the gift of his life, the gift of my life,

and the gift of the new day

mws