Night Call
The new day
may come calling
at any hour
after midnight.
I'm often suspicious
when awakened prematurely
by a rumbling in my tummy
and an unsettled mind.
I don't know what you'd do,
but I don't like to remain
lying awake in the darkness.
C'mon, get up!
says the new day.
Why debate whether
your gut can be trusted?
So I heed that night call,
and begin my day early.
“Faith is a passionate intuition.”
This poem was originally shared as part of Brian’s Daily Poems on August 12, 2020.
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