I'm doing a little poetry writing in my meditation/devotional time in the mornings. This was my morning ramblings, barely edited.
Mornings
Why is it that some days I wake before my alarm?
A full half hour or more,
Driven to see what is happening in the world
Or at least on Instagram.
What changes from day to day
When I bolt out of bed
to when I can’t get up,
When I'm excited to rise
To when I sink back in,
Not because I love laying down
But because to rise is to struggle.
Is it dinner? Drinking? Experiences? Mondays?
Just the way life works?
Maybe that.
Some days better than others.
Somedays better than others.
To get up either way is the gift, I guess.
The dog must be greeted.
The coffee must be poured (trust me on this).
The sun comes up. Regardless.
So today I shrug
And take it as it is.
Trusting in providence.
And holding on.
