In the Morning

Mornings are the purest time of the day...

People are barely waking up & the day isn't full of sin yet.

Mornings are another chance to get it right.

Mornings represent the purest nature of ourselves and of Earth.

Some mornings I wake up so early & it almost feels as if

I woke to the voice of God.

I swear I can hear Him talking to me

Loud and clear, telling me that I need to

Try to get it right today.

Mornings like this make me want to stop all sin.

My uncontrollable swearing, devious thoughts, dislike towards people,

and all other ungodly ways I may have about me.

It's almost like he's shaking his head at me saying

"How am I guna use you to change the world if you can't get

yourself together."

& what can I say, the Man is right.

Mornings like this are beautiful;

the sun slowly rises, bringing in change & chance.

Giving everyone a new beginning despite yesterdays mistakes &

misfortunes.

Never take a new morning for granite because not everyone

woke up today to experience this.

[Not a Poem, just thoughts]