Sun Kisses

I like the line in this poem:

"Each new day is like this,

pure air, devoid of density,

but for the weight of our own

invention."

Mornings can be challenging when we have a lot going on in our lives. We can learn a lot from the birds. Please enjoy this poem and morning meditation.

"Each New Day"

By Peter Friedrichs

Why is this blank page

staring back at me,

mocking, like an affliction,

and fraught with dread?

How can it hold such sway,

this simple emptiness?

Might it instead be a gift

left on my doorstep overnight,

waiting to be broken open

with the dawn?

A present, eager to emerge

if only I had the sense

to hold the paper

over a candle flame,

its lemon juice message

appearing, like magic,

clear and true?

Each new day is like this,

pure air, devoid of density,

but for the weight of our own

invention.

Birds do not worry the morning

or fret the rising sun.

They wait, expectant,

until its rays kiss their downy necks.

Then, stretching,

they turn to face the day,

And sing.

About the Author

Peter Friedrichs