I’ve often wondered what would be
If only for one day
We stopped for long enough to see
The nighttime fade away
A time brought forth to view the sky
Changing from dark to gold
Since this joy, on which we rely
Is something to behold.

If we would take the time to stare
When the last hint of night
Vanishes, as if never there
Yielding the dawn’s first light
We would appreciate the gift
Shining before our eyes
That gives our souls a special lift
Each day, as we arise?

I’ve often wondered what would come
If only for one day
We stood awestricken, wowed and numbed
Amid the dawn’s display
If we would vow to make the time
To view night’s aftermath
We might just find our uphill climb
Smoothing into a path.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection