This is the day
Poured from His breath
Awakening ahead of the sun
Eyes opened in the dim
Squinting to see Him
With what slight vision remains
Found out of doors
beyond gates
opened aired
bare-footed…
Swayed in the breeze
In rhythm with weeds and trees
Erratic and unsteady
As pampas grasses
And the defiant brays of stubborn asses
While silent sleeping masses
And sparrows passing glances
Excitedly anticipate light’s advances
This is a day of action
To go down a list
Grab hold of a gist
Forsake a clue
This is a boil on the skin deep rooted
Unlike that in a pot of stew
Not one to roil
But of a kind to afflict
Slighted evidence of assassination attempts
Proclaimed by an adversaries edict
This is the day
To excise a growth once allowed to fester
Embrace…
The character of scars and roadmaps left behind
This day…
Has no concern for tomorrow
Will not dwell on yesterday
But searches out Your love this day…
Like a solemn oath
That casts off all fear
