Morning Lesson

 

Morning Lesson

now i realize
that was a punishment,
a whisper wrapped in silence,
for i did not face You at dawn.

and so,
the hours betrayed me,
my feet rushed,
my time slipped,
my meeting greeted me late.

maybe it is what it is—
a gentle strike of truth,
a reminder carved in minutes,
that i must return,
before the sun wakes.

forgive me if i am wrong,
but fear holds my chest tight:
that it may happen again,
that i may stumble once more
in neglect of the morning call.

so i beg,
don’t let me fall behind,
don’t let the clock mock me again.

i promise—
with both hands folded,
with my heart awake—
i will rise,
i will pray,
i will meet You at dawn,
diligently,
faithfully,
forevermore.