The Risk of Each Day
Each day I wake early and fight off the gray shadow of sadness which shares my pillow like an unwelcome guest.
Reluctantly, I crawl out of my safe cave of blankets push my toes into my cold slippers and reach for my old blue bathrobe.
I go down the steep stairs holding fast to the railing like a prudent old sailor grabbing the ropes on a wind-tossed ship.
But as I open the door - see the vastness of the sky twinkling with constellations - I know that the real risk is that I might miss the beauty of this wondrous day, that I might not pay attention and be grateful.
~ Anita Mewherter
from “Stars in my Basket”