Dawn arrives for everyone.
The sky is with its sun and cloud.
Brightness fills the air without horizons.
The rush of light must have filled a room
in my soul before I was born.

Life flows through our veins, we are grateful.
When it gets late, I love how the slow moving afternoon
reminds of summer.
As day ends we come home to let night restore peace.
And in the silence we guard the promise
of beginnings and endings, enough to fill the heart.

The damp grass slips away toward morning,
a new day begins.
In the heavens we are blessed.
In the sky we are blessed.
On the land and on the water we are blessed
with both happiness and sorrow.
I hold out my hands for the gift.
I believe.

Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park