What is morning
if not reassurance, or evening
if not acceptance?
Morning wakes with wondering,
What beauty might be mine?
Evening rests with a yearning,
Will there be acceptance of day?
Nightfall, like unprompted embrace with hand resting on the small of back,
A gentle nod and slight smile, could it be
“All is fine.”
“You are good.”?
The early morning birdsong, an exhuberant testimony
and the crimson ribboned sky, an Amen.
Reassurances, to me
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.
Indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. Psalm 16:6