I am awake,
As I sip my coffee, with hope.
I watch as the sun rises, and shines through my window, making everything look so bright.
I can see everything through new eyes in the Light, the light of dawn.
Bringing warmth along the way.
As I stand at my window, coffee cup in hand.
I watch the sun rise in admiration for the fact that it is a universal confirmation, that the divine knows what it does.
I take another sip of my coffee, as a small peace of the puzzle fits together in this light.
As my spirit lifts and becomes bright ~
Watching the sunrise, for me never grows old.
The dawning of a bright new day, there is no other way ~
To express the way the universal balance has it’s cosmic display.
No matter what human kind says or does, the Sun will always rise ~
To give it’s brilliance, with another dawn,
Another beginning ~
A new mourn ~
To lift ours spirits, to open another door, along our way of existence…
C. Burgess (c)