Monday morning
When I try
To
Set my sails
In a direction
For the week
I try
To nudge my ship
Along the sea
On Monday morning
I try to manifest
And create
I try to be
And embody
I set my intentions
On this Monday morning
I try to be open to being loving
And forgiving
I try to be open
To receiving blessings
As well as
Giving them
On this Monday morning
I anticipate the success I’ll soon
Unfortunately
Have
And I try to understand
That new challenges appear
If I let them
Yes,
This is what I do
On Monday morning’s
But I know
The chaos will come
It’ll greet me like the old friend it is
And it has the power to dissolve all of my plans, manifestations and intentions
In an instant
But nowadays
I don’t resist it
I embrace it
And smile
And understand
Some days
The sea’s have to
Rage
Life
Will fight against me
It’ll feel like
Walking through sand
Up a mountain
With a weighted vest on
And two left shoes on my feet
The wind will howl in my face
And the sky’s will cry
But yet
Still
I am called
To keep going
Life
Will repel us
But then
Afterwards
Something shifts
Storms don’t last forever
And then
After life repels us
It will attract us
We get pulled
Into something
Bigger then just
Our little ego’s
We get called
To grow
On Monday morning’s
Life gives us wings
The butterfly
Never see’s
It’s wings
The butterfly
Never see’s
It’s wings
The bird doesn’t know
That it sings
The musician
Doesn’t see
The miracles
Created
By the music
In the soul
Of the listener
The author . . .
Never see’s
The reader.
On Monday morning’s
Try to understand
You are
The miracle
That you don’t see
In the world.
-C.H.