The Love of Morning

The Love of Morning

It is hard sometimes to drag ourselves
back to the love of morning
after we've lain in the dark crying out
O God, save us from the horror . . . .

God has saved the world one more day
even with its leaden burden of human evil;
we wake to birdsong.
And if sunlight's gossamer lifts in its net
the weight of all that is solid,
our hearts, too, are lifted,
swung like laughing infants;

 but on gray mornings,
all incident - our own hunger,
the dear tasks of continuance,
the footsteps before us in the earth's
beloved dust, leading the way - all,
is hard to love again
for we resent a summons
that disregards our sloth, and this
calls us, calls us.

                                    ~ Denise Levertov 

The bittersweet symphony of life keeps playing every morning. It calls us to start our day and be willing to ignore the violence that surrounds us,  the human evil that tries to destroy our spirit, and tries to awaken us to the beauty of birdsong. Each day we must accept who we are, but try to change for the better. There is something special about the sunlight of morning that lifts our mood and summons us to love. This is our task in life, to walk through the gray mornings, make our footsteps strong and  seek the path to love again.

The Verve -"Bittersweet Symphony"