New Day

It is latter in the morning, a new day.
Seems I never run out of things to say.
My obsession with reason and rhyme
many times lifts my spirit to the sublime
At the end when my day over, I am done
Lord if a positive word could lift just one
I consider my time writing is so well spent
Thank you for the gifts that you have sent
When lines between dark and light is blurred
may you heal my soul divinely with your word.