Divine Stillness

Every morning
seems to be
an excuse
to rediscover beauty

Every waking
seems to bring
the pain
of living

Every doubt
I have ever
ridden
Every
sour thought
I’ve
hidden
Every
busted
fantasy
rises
like
a
cock
with
the
dawning

and it just hit me

maybe this
is for a reason

I know I cannot
rise to any challenge
with this feeling

this is the morning

this is when I make a point
to get up and say

‘I am Walker.
It is all in His will!’

and greet this sour world
with a morphine dose of
divine
stillness