On this bright,
Or not-so-bright morning,
As we fill our lungs with new air,
Let us exhale and give thanks at this great gift of a new day,
These hours that lie before us.
We've been ferried across the river of sleep to awaken on this bright shore of morning with the day ahead of us,
Unclouded,
A sun-drenched sea for us to navigate.
Yesterday's problems lie behind us,
On another continent,
Shrouded in darkness.
Their residue is but a new issue to address here in the brightness of this new day.
We are free to chart our course.
How shall we respond to the traffic light,
The co-worker,
The partner,
The child,
To the cloud of yesterday's worry?
All about the constraints of our lives,
The work schedules,
The family demands,
The daily chores,
The physical ailments,
Lies this space of silence and light.
What freedom,
What great luxury to have the capacity to choose each day how we are to be in the world,
A birth and a beginning each morning.
On this bright or not so bright morning,
As we fill our lungs with new air,
Let us exhale and give thanks at this great gift of a new day,
These hours that lie before us,
Unmapped,
Unmarked,
And unwritten.