Shafts of light
begin with their morning stretch
pushing the day forward,
Reaching out to
blessed regrets
and, hopeful failures,
This day’s comings and goings
readying themselves
to be shared with anyone
opening their eyes
with me,
A day that promises
to be filled with
broken conversations,
Misplaced dreams,
And, hope found in the words
“It is finished”,
My morning’s welcome to the sun
telling me
this day is ready
to be bathed fully with light,
But, begin by waiting
for what must finish today
making time for love to do her work.
