The Hour Before Dawn
Unable to sleep, lying there
Looking at the faintest light
Brimming behind the curtain,
A whispered shadow on the wall.
Peaceful, aware of the new day beginning.
Looking backward at yesterdays,
Looking forward to tomorrows,
Summoning the will to meet
The new day’s challenges.
Life rushing by, but not this minute
For a moment, content to just….BE.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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