Peaceful Risings

Some mornings,
our rising comes early
and we wake to gentle dawn,
our hearts as at rest
as silent silhouettes of elm and locust
against the softest tinge of coming sun.

Others,
we rise in the rousing of troubled thoughts,
worries that would not sleep,
rumpling the sheets of turnings
that cannot find a restful pose
nor let go of the least corner of concern.

When worries burn through
the lighter fabric,
we come to the core
of faith and trust,
finding whether or not
our conviction of care

runs deep enough to believe
that all things work together for good
or choose instead
the dread of the world:
that every shifting of shadows
portends a closer evil

instead of a simple drifting
of clouds that may diffuse the Light
but cannot conceal its source
nor its witness of love
for those who know
that every day

is the day that He has made.

H. Arnett
11/19/12

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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