In the early morning, still cold,
as dew set down pre-dawn  begins to sparkle,
as daylight starts to lift my dark vigil
and there is so much more to see

Let me remember  –
even in the night I had songs –
they were given to sustain my hopes,
they stayed with me, although their words
spoke of something I had not yet seen

There’s always some sustenance.
Maybe there’s always as much
as I’m willing to receive  –
songs in the night, or bright daylight,
according as I’m ready to believe.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2021