I never cared for mornings.

Mornings are the end of sleep and a return to the waking

dreamless

humdrum world of the everyday.

Fantastical surroundings and burgeoning skyscapes

give way to a humming electric songbird

who reminds me

there is work to be done.

I never cared for mornings,

but mornings may care for me.

For the morning comes whether I want it or not

and Shines with the same resplendence

each day

without fail.

There is beauty there, though my soul may shrink from it.

There is joy in the light though my heart may secretly crave darkness.

Perhaps I can one day care for morning,

but until then I wait.

 

¹ Give ear to my words, O Lord;
    give heed to my sighing.
² Listen to the sound of my cry,
    my King and my God,
    for to you I pray.
³ O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice;
    in the morning I plead my case to you, and watch.

Psalm 5:1-3