For the Morning

He knows the forest floor
and the way that it moves
like waves on the ocean.
He rises with the sun,
just to see the light shine
on the path before him.
And sometimes he feels like
he’s walking on water
It’s the miracle of day,
and it beckons him to stay,
and he says halleluiah
for the morning.
When night is closing in and he feels like a child
backed into a corner,
he can’t communicate
with the weight that he has
wrapped around his shoulders.
And sometimes he feels like
he can’t bare the darkness.
But the miracle of day
beckons him to stay.
And he says,
halleluiah for the morning,
halleluiah for beginning again,
beginning again.
It feels like life and death
until he gets it off his chest.
And he screams into the dark,
the night won’t take his heart.
At those times he feels like
he’s moving a mountain.
It’s the miracle of day,
and it beckons him to stay,
and he says halleluiah for the morning,
halleluiah for the morning,
halleluiah for beginning again,
beginning again.
And sometimes he feels like he’s walking on water.