Every Day

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.