The Poet's blog: "Poetry"

When I wake up in the morning
I hoped to see some redness in my face
to let me know how hard I had been sleeping,
and to smell the evidence of fragrance in the air;
the one that brings me back home each time it crosses my nose

I hope to break the day with the silent bells of the end of night,
slipping into it as the day drifts toward dawn.
And that mellow singing feeling
that comes with all things new just comes to mind
on days such as this,
and in these moments, I find a sort of graciousness
about life, love and that since of power
that only comes by faith.


C. S. Times