I never cared for mornings.
Mornings are the end of sleep and a return to the waking
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
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.