“A sentence from a very old, very true , very wonderful book came to her lips,
'Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.'”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island
After a night spent
In worry and dread
I face the day uncertain
Of choices to be made,
Of which direction
To take.
I am someone who tends
To make things
More difficult than
They need to be,
I chase my tail
And thrash about,
Not giving myself
A moment
To truly reflect,
To simply “be”
And let the answers I seek
Come
In their own time.
Then,
In the early predawn,
I hear the singing
Of a bird
As it greets a new day.
I'm sure scientists
And other pragmatists
Would say it sings
For a mate
Or to warn away
Interlopers,
But to my ears
It is reminding me
That some
Of the greatest joys
Are to be found
In simply singing
And rejoicing
In the possibilities
Arriving with
The rising of
The smiling sun.
Yes! After the storm, the sun will shine once more... and life goes on until it does not anymore here... but goes on evermore elsewhere. Love, peace, and best wishes to you, Rebecca,
I agree with your poem that most birds are singing in the morning are sending out messages, mostly to their own kind, the joy of surviving another night of fear, from climbing predators like raccoons and flying predators like owls. Love songs to their mates
Like us, the sun warms them and gives them sight for their frantic hunting for food all day long to make it another day so they can sleep furtively all night again. A wonderful parallel for your own feeling.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Like us, the sun warms them and gives them sight for their frantic hunting for food all day long to make it another day so they can sleep furtively all night again. A wonderful parallel for your own feeling.
Ron