The Music Of Simply Being Poem by Shalom Freedman

The happiness of the morning
Is not only the first light
It is also the music of simply being
The silence of all beauty and great sound
The whispered words whose meaning is breathless in wonder
The happiness of the morning
Is the happiness of life
Of being here now forever just now
We are the music
And we are the light and the life
And we are the world whose meaning only God knows
Laughing through the darkness and the pain
Of what was yesterday.