Morning's Pallet
Who then, but I, should benefit
from the awakening moments
of revelations unfolding?
Continuations of meditative wandering,
in dreamscapes certain tutelage,
charges the morning air
with marked anticipation…
As I, … Yes, I
am but a puddle of wanting
to experience, to clarify,
this need for something more.
As morning’s grey sky
becomes a canvas to paint my day
my diligence of expectations
is elevated four score.
For what is lain on today’s table
seems to offer me much more…
As I, ….. Yes, I
am but a puddle of wanting
to accentuate the colors
of the pallet beyond my door.
© Debra Squyres - 01/04/16
Why worthy? None more so than others on the soup that we are blessed to read.
This is simply one of my personal favorites and it still speaks to my
spirit today. I think each day should be entered with expectations and we hold the brush to paint our day.
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