The Early Hours (An Older Poem I Wrote)

The early hours of waking,

light piercing dark in a new day,

beginnings of possibilities unfolding,

adventure and life calling out to the listening,

summons I cannot ignore.


Different for all:

what is and what will be,

still life is found rising,

however that may be,

to whatever is yet to transpire.


The early hours of change,

of a direction known different,

to good or bad remains to be seen,

remains within all creation,

a difficult choice while vice calls powerfully.

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