"Monday morning"

(Eagerly typed on
September 21, 2009).

Monday morning--
So many possibilities,
Opportunities yet to be had.
Although you plan ahead,
There's always a surprise.
You never know exactly
How the week will go.

Sleepy from the night before--
Homework, a feature film,
A long talk with a friend--
I never seem to make it to bed
As early as I planned.
Still, when eyelids split,
Anticipation swells for the week.

Some drag themselves out of bed,
Coffee is a must in the darkness.
I have those days myself too,
But more often than not I find
Monday mornings are refreshing,
Filled with the unexpected joys,
The promise of a new beginning.

Like the glorious dawn,
The first warm glow on the rim,
A hint of light in the black,
Greeting the crisp morning air.
Not completely illuminated,
Yet overflowing with delight,
Eyes fixed on the horizon.

No one knows the time,
TBA's on the invitation,
When we'll hear the trump,
Angel's shout resound,
Transfigured by His brilliance,
When the Lord calls us home,
And it could be today!