The blue white of winter’s early morning extends its comfort
like a monochrome blanket, protecting me from threatening elements
that have the power to maim and kill.
I am at once both life and death, alive to the potential before me,
dead to the spent behind me. Does it matter what transpired yesterday?
In God’s scheme of things, does it really?
Forget not the former days, its lessons learned in reality’s grip.
But do not hold on, let it go to Me, I hear You say.
You have today, a day of promise, unknown to you but known to Me.
Take from My hand all that you will.
Take from its bounty before you, until
the dawn of tomorrow breaks forth from My hand,
revealing the strength that allows you to stand.
Take from this day promise fulfilled.
Open your heart and let it be filled
with all that I am and forever will be,
Lord of your day for eternity.
Father, fill me this day with Your love unabated, that it cannot help
but spill over and onto the lives of those I touch.
Use me as a fountain to refresh the weary with life-giving water
that cannot be contained in the cistern of Your love.

02-17-2015