Morning
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.
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