On new ways that I can
I muse over dreams from the night before
To calculate their divinity.
I breathe deeper
To clean the air for my fellow man.
Stand up straighter,
On tip toes,
So that I can get a better view of the sunrise.
So that You can see
That I feel Your gaze…
[…though I am sometimes too shy to look back.]
I think of how I can write
With more insight,
As to not waste the light that peeks through
Your partly open door.
Exercise the talents and gifts I have
As an avenue to decrypt a portion of Your delight.
I’ll devise future plans;
Make room for love to have its way in me,
Because all I
Really purpose to do
In life is
Make You smile.