Day

What does the day sing
  Of quiet contemplation
    Born on silent wings
      Coming through your being

What does the day sing
  Of a cacophony of sound
    Coming through the air from all
      Directionless, wandering, busyness 

What does the day sing
  A careful watchful tone
    A voice raised alone
      In beauty and in praise

What does the day sing
  A honking wonder of noise
    Loud, brilliant and clear
      As the day is cutting crispness

What does the day sing
  Do you listen to it's sound
    Taking cues of quiet, praise, loneliness 
      All to the daily prayer of possibilities