personal
Good Morning, God!
When the Divine wakes me up.
my alarm clock shouts off at three
I lay still, like I always do,
to reflect on where I’ve been
what I’ve done, who I’ve met,
but then I’m forced to morph
back to feel nothingness
this time… or is it peace?
at four fourteen, a quiet nudge
wakes me up…
… making sure I won’t be late…
though I’m an hour late for my
morning routine, I’m calm… so
eerily calm that an angel
still manages to make me
enjoy my breakfast… I get
ready and catch my bus
on time… what are the odds
of me making it… getting
through my day, experiencing
a realm where I meet my soul
all around me…
… calm and grateful!
Calm and grateful!
next morning, a quiet nudge
wakes me up at one thirty three,
way too early, with only less than
four hours of sleep… though I feel like
I have already been away too long,
mastering knowledge that I have
already known…
… so I rush back to meet myself again…
at a place where time forgets its existence…
then my alarm clock intervenes, shouting
off at three… I lay still, like I always do…
to appreciate each breath… each breath
where poetry ignites from places that
I am yet to get to know… no matter
what, one thing is for certain…
it is calm and grateful…
calm… calm… so eerily calm…
and grateful!
Good morning, God.
Good morning, life.
Good morning, peace.
Good morning.
Whether or not
the world is at ease.