sometimes the day takes its first breath
and you don't even notice;
you don't even see the mist rise
or the dew slowly being drunk by the roots of the trees;
and you don't see the flowers yawn and bloom into their feisty, fierce and bold selves.
you don't see the bees get excited as their 'pantries' open,
or the birds crane their necks to tune their voices.
you don't see that each day is positioned on the verge of something remarkable;
something no eye has seen;
no words will have ever been spoken the way they are spoken each new day;
the thoughts are not the same.
the ideas are not the same.
the hope even shifts a little bit.
come on Tendi see the day....
live the day!
cease the day!
for 'I Am' has made it for you...even when you miss the obvious hints and the possibilities;
'I Am' still makes another one, another two...another entire lifetime of days
oh if you would only feel today's morning breath on your face, on your back and through your hair;
if you would only feel its beating yet steady pulse, as you hold on and persevere;
you would know HIM better and trust HIM more..