To greet the day as it dawns,
I calm the racing mind.
Cracked windows bring cool spring morning air
and bird’s symphony, alive and well.
Breathing bodies remain still in their beds
while the dog restlessly burrows in her bed.

The cards of my life have been thrown in the air,
I wait to see how they fall, and which of them remain.
But to greet the day as it dawns,
I am reminded of wholeness and its satisfaction –
the earth’s, the divine’s, and even, perhaps, mine.

Sing to me sweetly, birds of the morning,
and remind me who I already am.