Trickling through the curtains with its predictable promptness
The morning star is letting out a portion of its brightness
I'm wrestling with my blankets as though battling an invasion
A few minutes more and I'll be part of this day's equation.
Oh the mystery of our breathing and the mystery of our being
We collide with all the elements to create what we are seeing
The outcome of our living becomes stimulus for a reaction
We can be the source of peace or be cited for distraction
As the day continues progressing and we continue our inhaling:
Will we be promoting God's goodness or will evil be prevailing?
Will we be holding too tightly to all that we should be sharing
This is our present challenge coming from our angels so caring.