Why I Wake Early, by Mary Oliver

It's been difficult to wake up lately.

I feel so off schedule and so out of my routine.

I'm trying desperately to find a way back into my daily rhythm. The start of a new school year often does that to me.

I wrote this poem on my kitchen blackboard to help be a motivator for me to actually get up and drag my behind out of bed.

It helps. A little bit.

"Why I Wake Early" by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety –

 

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.

 

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.