The sun breaks through a hazy sky. My heart craves its light. The sun heats up an atmosphere of life. My soul begs for its warmth. Day The neighborhood busies itself with Daily to dos. My spirit busies itself with hope. Nature awakens in song. My mind tries to hum the tune. Noon The day reaches its midway of activity. My worries mount up but I pray without ceasing. My own list of chores multiplies As I check off some but My faith remains intact. Afternoon Workers see an end in sight To their days routine I seek my own end to the daily toils I follow. A world of sojourners find their own way to Wrap a day’s job. Evening Rest is sought by all A moment of peace is my goal. Energy to restore is our need. A calm tries to settle frazzled nerves. Night Sleep is waiting But my mind won’t quieten. Respite is ready But my body is tense. Just a few hours I pray and I can live to fight another day.