In Quiet Confidence, an Almost Sonnet

I wake and droop and wake again, for now

I must begin again, bleary-eyed and still

in dream, from which tis hard to rem'ber how

to seize my day and use well my free will.

First through the daze my worries fall to brood

and cloud my brow; I slump, bury my head

in oblivious plush, twisted in mood

yearn to remain a forever in bed.

Then comes to mind the sweet simplicities

of flowers bloomed and the jewel'd humming birds.

They flutter, hover in pure ecstasy

Many more small hopes for which there're no words

The sun shines, the sky sings blue as if to

invite me, ushering on eagerly

to seize the day, to know God's love is true,

and all cmbine to prove belief in me.

With such loyal trust and encouragement

how an I, I linger in ill-time spent?

 

 

 

 

 

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