Endangered Species

Every Day Every day I rise and   must decide where   to spend these   dwindling breaths. Ugliness clamors   making it hard to   see beauty—   hiding in humble places. Earth says    see here the stream   the clouds the trees   the sparrow cocking    its head in counsel— You are here to observe   the master’s artistry   and with whatever gifts   you have been given Create an offering     woven from     your own heartstrings—    compelling as any sunrise.     

New Day I lie in bed and watch    as morning conquers       mountain crest… Palm trees wave    welcoming arms       to embrace the new day… A flock of seabirds    swoops through smoldering skies        celebrating sunrise…  Now I can say goodbye     to the crushed dreams        of yesterday… Good morning  Good morning Already this day brims     with magical possibilities—       ...because I awoke to see it.