My friend, Waynette, posted this on Facebook this morning: This is my favorite time of day. It’s peaceful and nothing has gone wrong yet. Tuesdays are good days
I commented: It’s my favorite time of the day, too! It’s peaceful, and I’m thinking about all the awesome things that await me. Granted, most days, those awesome things get postponed, and the day is filled with normal stuff–even bad stuff sometimes–but, heck, at my age… I’m just glad I get to be here! By the way… you sure this is Tuesday???
What do you see when the sun comes up?
The Sun Came Up Again
The sun came up again
Across the street
In the neighbor’s yard
Through early budding tree limbs
The sky glowed fiery red
Then golden
Then dazzling white
As another day began
A slash of light
Fell ‘cross my arms as I wrote
The thought crossed my mind
That I’d said too much
Heard too much
And it had changed things
I wondered
If they had changed for the better
I hoped so
I’ve changed things before
By being too open
Too honest
I’ve watched the sun come up
Regretting words I’d spoken
The day before
You would think I’d learn
I have learned
I’ve learned
That the sun will come up
Sometimes you will see it
And feel it
Sometimes you won’t
But it’s there
Love is like that
At times you can bask in its warmth
And feel its arms wrapped around you
A flash of it will lay across your heart
Then at other times
It falls silent
And cool
It’s still there
Just not as obvious
You have to know it’s there
Never doubt it
Never turn away
Just know that behind the cloud
Behind the mountain
Behind whatever has made the warm glow fade
It is there
You have to let it be there
You have to want it to be there
It can’t always be glorious
It can’t always be spring
Copyright © 1998 C Mashburn
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