A rainy night, a rainy morning
wind whistling in tree and chime
the low roar of a distant Navy jet
the dawn outlining tree on ridge . . .
What will the day hold of mischief or mercy
of words angrily spoken or silent
of children beaten or held
of old men at dance or free fall . . .
To choose the right is easy
from the vantage of those who observe
to do the good, that’s what’s hard
for those who simply engage . . .
The hours unfold as a test
not only for politicians and bankers
but for every single living thing
given the gift of a day still undone . . .