If Only I Knew
If I only I knew why the sun rises each morning
of a new day, my Soul would beam with delight.
But I truly don't know why it rises; maybe, to
brighten our days of existence in this cruel world.
Day after day, I wish I knew how my days will
flourish. It may not be even now, but, hopefully,
some day I might wake up from a dreadful sleep
and rise in the morning like a flower waking up to
the sweet chirping sound of birds dancing with their
wings of joy; joy for their existence in another brand
new day.
How do I rise from my painful sleep? I awake to my
cell phone alarm clock, with Ozzy Osbourne singing, or
sometimes even a nightmare that brings my sweat to a boil.
It is wishful thinking to wake up with great relief to be alive
for one more new day; a day to forget yesterday and take
the moment to thank the sun for rising with me.
As I awake, the sun smiles and greets my day with hopeful rays
of a delightful day. If I could take those smiles and greetings into my
heart, my day of life might just be bright and joyful.
Copyright © Bernadette Ignaciuk | Year Posted 2010
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