The Good of Morning

For the fingers that coax music from the keys,
Contrasting with a rustic western song,
commonplace events, that make tomorrow’s memories,
Things we encountered, learning right from wrong.

The gratitude that nudges waking soul,
To sing of the glory of the world,
A day to face, expected tasks unroll,
Sleep exchanged for sunrise bright unfurled.

So, as the skillful fingers strike the keys,
And lyrics in a deep voice sing the truth,
It’s in today's living, diligence or ease,
In a spiritual remembered from our youth.