Watching for Life

Morning breaks and as I watch, darkness turning

From gray to the bright colors of day

Lightening slowly until figures soon discerning

In the shrinking shadows confusing it seems

Is this the dawn of something new

Or the ending of yesterday’s dreams?

Silence of morning broken suddenly

By children running, leaning forward, almost falling

Dressed against the weather by someone caring

Too heavy their back packs sway, hats and gloves bobbing

Heading headlong toward their big yellow ride

The morning always rushing, always late, never on time

As it heads on its way, and life resumes its suburban silence

Rows and rows of boxes are left behind, lined up single file

Full of empty places, where for a short while inner light shone

Now waiting in darkness for hours until life returns

Sentries guarding their secret backyards from view

The ticking of my bedside clock marks time

As I wait for what may come today

More of the same as yesterday, or be it change

Change for the better or worst, I am not told

But surely not the same, not ever the same

As I wait for what will become new from old

Then as always, in every day again, I pray:

Lord as I watch the repeated rhythms of life around me

There is an ebb and a flow revealing Your guiding hand

There is a shape and a purpose to all things revealed

As I look with eyes, open to Your love

In the mundane and even the oft stillness of life’s flow

You are present, ever present,

I am never alone

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