Sunrise without singing

Black night diminishes.

The speck of light we anticipated grows.

The uniqueness of each day

reflected in the magic of its beginning.

Hope,

joy,

relief,

surrender,

emotional spaghetti twisting us.

Yesterday,

today,

tomorrow,

a tangled heap.

Things we shed along the way

picked up,

examined,

given back,

the lightened load heavier again.

We find a home for all we cannot carry,

recognise it had something left to teach us,

we hadn’t found the right time to let it go.

There is no sunrise without singing.

Mournful,

calm,

joyous.

Its up to us to find our song.