What We Miss When We Sleep Late
When the sun gets up before I do
And showers the world with light
I want to towel it off and begin again
From a place of dark silence
Into which I breath my prayers for the day.
When the sun gets up before I do
And wipes away all the thin places
Where Mystery is felt and heard
And shadows have not yet appeared
Across the path of my day
I breathe a prayer for grace.
When the sun gets up before I do
And the birds have finished matins
My calendar beckons me into time and space
As soon as I emerge from my night cave
Laughing at my sorrow for lost moments
In the joy of a new dawn
When the sun gets up before I do
Burning off nighttime dew
And warming the ground beneath my feet
I do not look back into the night
For what I have missed
But lift my eyes to distant horizons
Prepared for untold stories to be written on my heart.
