Did you wake and watch the sunrise today
from your new balcony? Or to shun cold,
peer through your glass door, perhaps in dismay
at that great cosmic light granting us bold
visions of skyline, of trees granting breath,
of fields where children play? Were gentle clouds
of pastel passing, their multi-hued wreaths
recalling loving arms? Did you call out loud
or whisper to them? I thought your soft voice
flowed past me, praising sunlight, praying we
lead honest lives, hoping every day’s choice
be based on faith, each thought on clarity
which rises from us like sunlight, like hearts
loving each new day, welcoming each new start.
Roger Armbrust
February 14, 2020
