I remember those mornings, on the darkish country lanes of England.
Thinking silently while inhaling the fresh, damp, cold,
While the motorcycle hummed beneath me,
It was not a distracting noise, rather soothing.
As the ride gently moved from dusky darkness,
As light seeping onto the planet,
Awakening my day.
What a delight I have enjoyed all my life,
Seeing and feeling the day and night,
Its temperature changes,
And most of all.
Let me replay these days again,
To feel the touch of God in my life today.
And why when light falls or fades,
Meaning becomes obvious to me.