Vigil

Most mornings Most perfectly friendly mornings Serene Clean as breath of God In each, I strive to revel Refreshed Poised for life's test. Some mornings Some perfectly friendly mornings Phantom of the dark Steers me down Tipping my scale of energy Meddling with my glee I must greet with joy each morning. This roller coaster ride I haven't climb It touches my spine I'd shiver, needing warmth and safety From such creature of the night. In morning light, no strife I deserve this gift of new life My fuel seem dim in the dark As though the Source is far Not looking in. Do I need mantras? More prayers; a word Powerful as my Maker I need my mornings set with glee Just as when The Savior heard, and saved me. *