Precious Cargo

A flotilla of clouds drift across the dawn

On a peacekeeping mission launched by a yawn

Laden with goods being brought into port

My mind excited to unload and sort

A gift, what light from yonder infant's face?

That smile delightful as she wakes

Her peace and joy is simple and true

Unblemished by an aged point of view

A reminder to live each moment anew

As fresh as a cloud or a droplet of dew

To welcome each day as a gift from afar

Sent through the air from the moon or a star

JArtB

Sunday, October 16, 2016 at 06:24