mornings

yesterday
morning came:
i put the leash on Sadness
and took him for a walk in the rain;
i put the kettle on and
and watched my hopes steam away;
i stirred my life
and gorged on its bitterness.

tomorrow
morning will come:
the job will shove me
out of bed;
the dirty laundry will trip me
on my way to the shower;
tv's talking heads
will remind me how terrible life is.

but this morning?
this morning
daffodils spread their petals
for
the one who comes weeping for her
Lord;

this morning
angels laugh
as death is kicked
out
of the tomb;

this morning
Jesus
does cartwheels through the
graveyard,
splashing
through the puddles of our tears
into our
hearts.

Alleluia! Amen!

© Thom M. Shuman