these days

this is the season of me not having much worth saying

this is the time of contentment
after thirteen years of fruitless striving

these are the days i enjoy being silent
and look forward to my quiet treks to school

these are the mornings i wake up
and eat breakfast with dad
before the sun rises
and though it's the same routine
as three years past
something about orange-juice and morning talk in the dark
hasn't lost my anticipation

these are the days i look forward to
as i fall asleep around ten

it seems these are the happiest days i've known
maybe ever
although nothing really special happens

these are the days of learning to listen
to the Voice that i want so much to hear
and of wanting to pray
and being at a loss of words
and being okay with that inadequacy

these are the days i wake up
and instead of expecting to be lonely
just expecting to be alone
and believing, for once,
my heart can still be fully happy that way

these are good days
and for this

i'm so very thankful