THE EMPTY PAGE

Each day an empty page unfolds, And says "Please place some words,
Upon this blank inviting space, To soul and body gird."
Today will be a lovely day, It starts at breakfast time,
Reviewing dreams and prayers again, Often comes to mind.
For as the physical re-boots, Its cells throughout the night,
The soul has sorted things to be, Confirming what is right.
Perhaps conveying needed change, Glad for what's been learned,
Courage make to fix mistakes, And thanks for courage earned.

A smart one says, "I'm fixing things, Bringing forth a point.
Busy days, reviewing ways, For healing every joint."
Then the body cells speak up, "What do we eat today?"
Every cell is calling out, "Whole grains and fruits relay.
And we could use some exercise, We love that clean fresh air,
Each cell conveys a thanks to all, For each one we have cared."
And as the voice breaks into song, An ancient chorus rings,
Thank you Lord for everything, My heart its music sings.