Morning

justam

I’m not asking any more questions of my heart
it will feel whatever it feels and
I won’t worry about it
I will trust that it knows what it's doing

for as always,
whenever Love knocks on my door
(with flowers and chocolates)
I’m grateful!

and whenever I hear the morning birds outside
and feel the warmth of the sun
I’m aware that my clouds are gone
night has passed, and I feel glad

I say to myself
“Hallelujah, I’m alive!”
For I didn’t die in my sleep,
I woke up instead