it rises....

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise
Maya Angelou

The sun rises every day--somewhere

rises above the horizon, passes the moon

who says good morning, 

good night says the sun

and

moves into place

providing light

for the world.

I watch it with yearning

wondering how it fathoms the energy every morning,

rain, or shine or snow or late night--

to move on up,

put forth it's glow and

radiate into the world.

I for one

envy that kind of constant rhythm

that kind of glow

that kind of knowing that

rising will take place

...

it takes so much

and

from where it comes

i don't know

to rise up every day...

move out

share my light

when all i feel inside is a mix of

despair and hopelessness

that wrestles with

my idealistic

belief that hope always floats up and

love always wins....

and whether it does--

depends on the time of day and

which part of me is winning the

on going wrestling match between

hope and hopelessness...

There are days

unlike the sun

that

i'd rather pull the covering over me

hold the light in for myself

and

hide...

but

like

the sun

I rise

to the

wonder of a new

day

and

put my foot out in faith

and

let

something

IT

faith

grace

rise up

and hold me up....

and like the sun

that amazes

me..

some days

as I put

my weary soul to rest...

I look back

do

my inventory

and

think

wow...

still I rise.....

Good night moon...

see you in the morning...

and close my eyes to another day....having risen to meet the moon.