then… turning the corner I caught
mws
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