Waking
my awareness grows
the night is past with its darkness
and closet monsters.
Day breaks like winter ice under foot
snapping me back to the new, the present, the gift of now.
Old memories and recent pain will not blot out my vision
to see is to know the truth, I will not wink at sin again
Joy is my companion when I walk the better way
Love my neighbor as myself
Love the Father
Love the freedom of submission
I will laugh not at my foolishness, nor at another's folly.
mirth flows from deep within below the scars and callouses
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