songs of comfort

morning medley

“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning
a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.”—Arthur Schopenhauer

1
God has created a new day…
morning’s triumph over sleep
my cup of
consolation
before the noon sun
sips me
like bloody prey
i look not back
at nightmares i have ridden
saddleless
where bareback riders
fear to dream

2
silver and green and gold…
entice me from out of reach
far from my drooling fingers
while harbingers
of ill omen
strangle
the daylight yeomen
at whose bidding
gently abiding
i bide my time
to gulp e’en a trace
of the sun
ere my taste buds
run amok

3
yet would i
could i
sing for you
and troubles leaving behind us
live that the sunset may find us…
mountains ahead
of the thirsty riverbed
that trembles after rain
till peace is slain
the seas mudded
by her laughter flooded

4
future darkness
a closed door
for the foolish
is a gateway
to the wise
who live expectantly
to pass over
to the other side
for when distress sees
pricked-fingered blood      
on their palms of mercy
the fresh day’s dawning
sings a new song
rendering them
worthy His gifts to hold

© Copyright 2020 March 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫