Modah Ani I Give Thanks

First words on my lips at dawn,
what it takes to welcome morning
out of the corner of my eye
the luminescence, a new day’s
burden of grace,
hesitant hand reaching for air,
unbelieving feet
stepping on wood lines.

Beyond the glass, a grey sky rises,
and hills, ancient green.
What it takes to behold the time
between childhood and age,
to hear birth and death
knocking on the same door
at the same time,

to behold the page, unwritten
and blind,
what it takes to remember
I can see for miles
in your light.