It’s not every day we wake up to find
the world around us burned to the
ground while we were sleeping
No, not every day
But it was today
And we hate it when this happens
Loved ones pass
Nothing lasts
It was too much to ask
And yet here we remain…
unanswered
Our voice in the darkest night…
unanswered
Our screams from that hill out in
the wind…
unanswered
The promise of an answer just isn’t
out there
Circle the earth six times
You won’t find it on the seventh
either
It’s not hiding behind some sage
mountain peak
It’s not ordained in the words of the
wise
It’s not contained in the wisdom of
fools
It doesn’t dwell in the houses of the
holy
It’s not the circumference
It’s the center
It’s the breath in our lungs
It’s what fills our empty cups
It’s the morning coffee that hasn’t
yet been ground
It’s our cat that ate the rat and left
its remains on our doorstep
It’s our car that doesn’t run
It’s the leak in the roof
It’s the drip, drip, drip
It’s our kids that think we speak
like a leaking faucet
It’s our wives that wonder when
we’ll get around to it
It’s the argument that ends with us
knowing we were wrong
Again
It’s the renewed resolve to do the
small things that let everyone
know we are here
And that we see them
And that we love them
It’s the creak in our bones as we
grind them into movement
If it weren’t for all the things that
are still to be done, these bones
would grind back to dust and be
gone
Each new morning brings its own
beautiful troubles that wouldn’t
even exist if it weren’t for those
of us who call them our own
As long as we are here, we are still
here
New every morning
