The Morning Awakens To My Love Of It Poem by Shalom Freedman
The Morning Awakens To My Love Of It
The blacktopped road glistens ahead
The morning awakes to my love of it
I walk on as if there were my single greatest pleasure in life
The sky is inky black and grey
With nothing of promise beyond it
I am going wherever my own inner music takes me
How deep my gratitude at still being alive
I thank G-d again and again in my mind
For this morning and so many mornings
That have been like this.
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