| SATURDAY, JUNE 16, 2007 09:06 AM, CDT |
SONNET TO MORNING
Let me unwrap the gift of this new day
And view its contents as an innocent child
Accept the world: with eyes that see the way
To sun beyond dark clouds, where skies are mild;
With voice that lifts in prayer, as birds praise dawn;
With hands that touch each miracle, in aw
Of budding leaves or flowers on a lawn
Or furry friends with hoof and horn and paw.
Lead me along a path where I will find
In all the precious hours that stretch before,
The chance to help, to listen, to be kind;
To heal the wounds that make the world heartsore.
Oh, let me fill each second so that I
May greet the day with an appreciative eye.