Leaves From The Book Of My Life
Elise Elliott
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2011 Elise Elliot
Cover Art by Shey Copyright © 2011
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Sunlight warms the Eastern sky
My eyes slowly open
My mind whirs and wanders
My heart stirs and ponders
My spirit soars
Splashes of cold water
Like sharp but harmless slaps
On my still sleepy face
Hasten sluggish wakefulness
Necessity wins out today
Running late
The dog is fed and walked
Before indulgence is permitted
In contemplation and meditation
Mornings past found me stressed
Dressing for work
Or undressing to shower
After a late night's shift
Those days are but a hazy dream
Whose time has come and gone
A time of chasing money
Acquiring things and
Existing for others' approval
Responsibilities still loom
Obligations yet remain
But now my soul
Needs less and has more
Things come to me clearly
As if spoken aloud or written
Flooding my mind and heart
With energy, fire, and light
As much as I crave the warmth
Of my friend and lover
So much more does my spirit savor
This flow of love and power
From the Universe and its Creator
As I happily surrender
To boundless grace
Regardless of what the day brings
I am not alone, and I am grateful
Wasn't much of a crowd
The day they buried Hank
Which doesn't surprise me
If I must be frank
Although not an old man
He looked worn and tired
He'd given up hope
All his dreams had expired
As a child, he'd been beaten
And cursed every day
Forced into the workplace
With no knowledge of play
He'd gone off to the war
Just as soon as he could
For fighting was something
He well understood
Officers called him determined