Awakening near the new dawn full of joy,
[this inexplicable sense of happiness]
feeling that all is well within my soul when
gladness, like soothing water, rolls over me,
bathing me in the fresh glow of renewal.
My rituals are interrupted by song,
singing praises, for no apparent reason--
save dusty rays of golden sunlight angling
through a partially opened chenille curtain
and entering into my receptive heart.
This is not the anticipated start of
a new day, most days, I must hasten to say.
I skeptically fear the unexpected,
while hoping this sweet joy will linger with me,
coloring each aspect of my waiting day.