January Sunday Morning

Love, Life, Years of lost poetry,
All for a January Sunday Morning,

Lost in a wilderness,
Blocked by fear,
But treasured through the years.

Small cracks of light,
Seep through an opening,
Like locked in a dark room,
And the unknown redeemer approaches the door.

Five thousand years of scriptures,
And not one word of wisdom,
To heal this very thought.

This trembling existence,
This challenge to stay afloat,
This climb to the next misfortune
This dream of never baring sadness.

Lost will,
Lost greed,
Lost empathy,
In the years of distress,

Lost years on the road to success,
working for a future generation,
Who may never understand, in that paradox,

But love prevails...

And when the sun shines through,
Those white waving blinds,
Birds chirping, cars passing down below...

I wake to a beautiful world,
Of new beginning, optimism and positivity.

Maybe that sunshine, was only put in this January Sunday Morning,
To instill that light, that fire of hope,
Inside of me, and inside of you...