Wake up Call
by Jane Hanser
(Newton Centre, MA)
Beneath this winter sky, soft yet cold.
between satin sheets of white and gold.
silenced by the pastel swirls of light’s glowing
I’m awed by the moment, still yet flowing.
It’s too early to know how this day will unfold.
More gloom and pain? Or nuggets of gold?
Faint light in the sky doesn't give it away
And will it matter if I cry or I pray?
If all of our sorrows and all of our frays
could be washed away by the light of the day
If wisdom and insight could somehow break through
Too easy to wish it and too much to do
The day’s story has yet to be told
Amid fear and hope the new day takes hold
‘til stung by the splendor of the celestial dawning
I inhale, to live by day, trembling yet bold.