Today I made my bed
I knew the gift that had finished
the dreams becoming dust
but not the one that must begin
I pulled the sheets up tight
knowing no need for fright
the blankets next
for warmth tonight
my day’d begun
the gift of breath
within my lungs.
I smoothed the spread
and prayed for the day
To be covered and kept
that I might detect.
I made a pact to follow the Light
as I pulled the sheets up tight.
Open Ears 
Such a poetic way of describing a mundane act. Love it. 🙂
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Your comment made me smile! Thank you. So many things in life become so routine that we barely notice the doing of them.
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So true. You have made me more mindful of these routine actions. Thank you! 🙂
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