Morning breaks slowly over the murky water
And I give this day to You.
I could be standing a thousand exotic places
Taking in fresh inspiration
From the sights and sounds You created
But I’m right here in this familiar spot
This place where no one finds escape
This hum-drum drudgery of life and time
That incessantly beckons
Our local lake, dirty from the free usage
Is a far cry from the sunrises around the world I long to see
And yet here in the dusk it seems
That the colors in the sky are just as bright.
Here as I pause to breathe before the day fully attacks
I realize that the sky show above this lake
Is no less dazzling than that of a thousand different horizons
The mystery of pink invasion is the same worldwide
And the glow of hope as the darkness gives way
Points to the same truth about newness and awakening
And I laugh as I realize that though I seem to have a thousand things
Anchoring my schedule in time,
I carry within me always the prospects of a new morn
And a far away hope.
The odyssey is within me
And the sun always rises with a thousand more possibilities there
And then I drive away and begin another day
Of sojourning
Two realms or just one? That seems to be the question.
