On Waking Poem by Gary Witt
On Waking
From behind me
The sun will soon arrive,
And I vow this day
Shall not begin without me.
Knowing I am blind,
I shall begin to look;
Seeing I do not know,
I wonder if I may learn.
Running from myself,
I need not give chase.
If there is joy to be mined
From the sediment of yesterday,
Let me sift through that silt
Quickly and move on;
Worrying not over the direction of change;
Merely applauding its presence.
Merely applauding its presence. .............................................. Gary, Simplicity of generosity...... I like this verse therefore..10.. Best wishes, Tsira
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4/25/2024 3:50:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gary....these wise and gentle words of acceptance, simply and gracefully stated, are a pleasure to read....you speak of welcome....of celebration....of gratitude...there is joy inherent in this piece......thanks........ take care and be well.... love, D.