slip-sliding away…..

7.07 a.m.

The birds still perch
On the railway line cables.
Their morning symphony sweet as ever,
While their brethren perform
The morning dance –
Murmuration from here to there,
Synchronised so perfectly,
Day after day after day.

The leaves still hang
Off the fence
Red infiltrating the green
As nights and days grow colder,
Winter approaching
To strip them away once more.

The tree still sways
In the early morning wind.

And the mountains still stand,
Majestic,
In the distance beyond,
As the sun waits
To make his entrance.

The clouds still hang,
Suspended by invisible strings –
in God’s vast canvas,
Held up only
By He in Whose Hands
Lies the fate of all things.

Who knew?
I would witness this
Once more?

Who knew?
Fate would bring me back
To my once-beloved perch,
All these months later,
After I left it
For what I thought
Was the last sunrise.

A bee hovers near me,
Its buzzing subtle
But clear.
He’s been away and back several times.
Something in the air here must keep drawing him back.

And then, in seconds,
Golden light emerges,
Blinding my vision
Like so many times before.
The distant ball of fire
Ascending
To his daily station,
From which he’ll illuminate all below,
By God’s will,
As the waning moon opposite
Fades into blue sky.

My bee friend is back once more,
Perhaps also watching this spectacle of light.
A daily miracle
That reminds us
That no matter how dark the night,
A new beginning always awaits.

And while there’s much to do this day,
I give thanks
To the Maker of all this,
For allowing me
To witness
The beauty and peace
Of another day’s birth.

7.24 a.m.