Poem March 27, 1978 Issue

When I awoke in the morning

Virginia Thesiger

When I awoke in the morning
and thought of the hours ahead—
the deeds to be done,
decisions taken,
the tumble of words to be said—
when I thought of my long day's
journey into night
(to filch a phrase)
I arranged to be terribly tired
by the evening.
And I was.

When I awoke in the morning
and thought of the hours ahead
with God at my side
like a shining shield,
with joy running close before me
and peace bringing up the rear
and love encircling me round about
and blessings pouring, pouring ....

In fact, when I pondered
the light of the Lord
guiding me through
the north, south, east, and west of my days
(to echo a phrase)
I arranged to be blithe as a lark,
fresh as a daisy,
bright as a button,
new as the morning
by the evening.
And I was.

Virginia Thesiger

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