The pre-dawn hours resound in quietude
Of the day, yet to come.
A promise of something,
At the least you are still here.
The first light of day
Is my favorite time.
Gone are the dark foreboding skies,
A glorious new day is born.
As the sun shines bright over the horizon
A much-overrated symbol of a new day.
The stark reality of check lists and balance sheets,
Reminds me of promises I’ve made and must keep.
Hallelujah! Happy Easter/Passover and Spring to Everyone.
