THE LIGHT OF DAY

Is the black of night,

brightened by the light of day?

Whitened by mornings breathe.

Is the gentle wind revealing,

The beauty of life?

All is right.

A little blue.

A little green.

Unfolding landscapes,

of pure serene.

The air is meek,

with every step taken.

The sights are sweet,

while morning awakens.

Every effort is lifted,

by the colors,

that paint the sky.

Never a reason,

or question why.

Expansive air,

as if one could fly.

Whitened light,

or mornings breathe.

Go ahead,

take one more step,

or maybe two.

Its up to you.

Turn left,

or just turn right.

The new day beckons,

in the absence of night.

Take not for granted,

the mornings light.

For looking beyond,

is the black of night.

Enjoy that in which,

heaven as blessed.

For after is eternal rest.

Is the black of night,

brightened by the light of day?

Whitened by mornings breathe?

Linda Booth


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