With morning, comes sunlight

and a desire to spill forth Gratitude

I have awakened knowing

I am not the strife

that surrounds me

overwhelms me

yet expects grace

kind words and expertise sublime

Practical knowledge did not gentle

did not quiet the chaos

and so I leave it in yesterday

And give these hours

to poetry and touch

I am but fragile

delicate among the rocks

colorful but warm and tender

seeking to offer

an alternative to rough

Never doubting the power

of the wind to destroy

but always rising

sincere and soft

with a caress

to soothe the calloused heart.

c2010 GC Cameron