By Ian Kreml – Contributor
When morning light comes softly through to me,
And sun at dawn comes on to make the day,
When I awake His light shows me to be
So safe, content within the morn, I stay.
Such yellow rays, that warm until I am
Caught held in early sun and blossomed shine.
This time before the day starts on, I cram
Such simple thoughts of times long gone to wine.
But should the day start slow and grey and dull,
Then heavy thoughts may capture up the morn.
And in my bed I’ll feel the day’s hard pull
And want no more this day so weak and worn.
But soon enough those days will reach their night,
And then there’s hope to start the day with light.