A Better Day

The sun rises on a beautiful Monday morn, bright
With the hope of new tidings, unforeseen 'til now,
The happenings of Sunday, can shed on us, no light
For in the rarity of this day, nothing familiar can be found.


How the wind may blow, where the mind may go, who can know
It's a present, waiting to be ripped open,
What's inside, will decide, how the whole day will flow
It's enough to make one spend the entire morning hoping.


Hoping and praying, for a better day than others
So many in the past, are not worth being mentioned,
Today could be the best day, from breakfast on through 'til supper
The sort of day that, when it’s done, keeps us up at night just wishing.


Wishing for another day, just like the one we’d had today
But how could one improve upon perfection,
For sixteen hours, we’d had it all, at least it had felt that way
Let’s give thanks to the Lord, for one good day, but pray for repetition.