Upon awakening
birds sing
and
life is renewed.
Breath fills my lungs 
and 
stirs the flow of my blood.
That which is invisible – 
not even close to residing 
in my conscious mind – 
has kept me alive
through the night
and 
will propel my soul 
in the hours ahead. 
How is it then
that this great mysterious
Truth
is not the one thing
that brings me to my knees
in praise?