The Only Morning - James Lee Jobe

Sunlight, cool and blue, kisses
the Sierra Mountains to the east.
Night sneaks away to the west
like a thief easing into a shadow.
There is no morning but this one.

Sweet, all of life seems a whistle,
a long fine note, cool and blue.
My life is a song, melodic,
uplifting, and glorious.
There is no morning but this one.

There is no tomorrow, no sin,
no repercussions; only light.
What a joy it is to be alive
in this body, holding this world!
There is no morning but this one.

James Lee Jobe


Once again and often, I am touched, both by what Jim writes and by what he chooses to post.