Its Yet To Be Morn Poem by Arti Chopra

Its yet to be morn
and I am nudged awake
by the hum of your apnea machine,
Its too early to rise
, and so warm is your embrace
dont want to stir at all
and leave this warm place

I shall just lie here,
and let my thoughts drift
and let the awareness of Gods gifts wash over me
so much I have been bestowed
so much over the years
do I truly deserve this?

beautiful house, lovely children, loving family
and mostly your eternal blessing
like a giant heavenly kiss
and then there are those
in this same world,
why and what bought that about,
suffering, alone, and sad
only heartwrenching sorrow,
not even momentary bliss

and my heart aches....
for those less fortunate
I ask you to bless them
I pray for them
and then ponder over the believable theory of karma
and wonder over life and death
and other unexplainable mysteries

I see a slight brightening of the sky
a faint dawn emerging
and I pray and give thanks
its time to leave your warm embrace
and get on with the business of the day
a day when many times I pause
to reflect and give thanks.......
for your manyfold blessings