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