Classic Poem

Why do I feel so good this morning?
What is there in the air I breathe that makes it seem different from the air of other days?
Why is it that the one usual sun shines with the light of twenty suns?
Why is it that I offer my hand to everybody and offer my love without reserve to everyone I meet?
Why is it that things have larger meanings than yesterday?
Something has happened with the night and the day that transcends the night and the day
The farthest glory of the universe has distilled itself into the nearest life
I find myself repeating a strange alphabet and spelling beautiful words.

Why do I feel so good this morning?
I do not know to tell you: do you know to tell me?
I can never tell the why of my fuller life,
But I know it has a why and I know it need not be told:
I know that joy comes to me without reason and makes itself at home in my heart,
Explaining the shadow of imperfection in the rapture of the perfect,
Completing the circuit of my cosmic prayer
This is the hour of pardon and of requital,
This hour of the morning coming no one knows how,
This hour that can give no account of itself in traditions of heaven or hell,
This hour that comes without debt or the treasure to pay debt,
This irresponsible hour, this glad hour of careless excess,
This hour of the repeal of law, this hour of the negation of precept,
Given to me without terms in abandon of forthright joy,
Mine, mine, to be henceforth riotous in my blood forever.

Why do I feel so good this morning?
I think God has written a new will and made me his heir,
(Brother, you may feel as I do, and become yourself, too, that only heir),
I think heaven has been adjourned to reassemble itself in the paradise of my personal heart,
(Brother, you may feel as I do, and heaven will adjourn itself for you as it has for me),
I think the natural laws have taken some time off and left me to run things for a while myself,
(Brother you may feel as I do, and the natural laws will stand aside for you as they do for me),
I think I never felt myself so much smaller than my smallest brother and so much bigger than my biggest brother,
(Brother, you may feel as I do, and you too will then see that there is no man great and no man inferior but that love floats all alike on the level of the same stream),
I think the sky above me is mysterious as it never has been mysterious before, and clearer as it has never been clear before,
(Brother, you may feel as I do, and the mystery and the confession of the sky will be to you as they have been to me).
Why do I feel so good this morning, dear brother?
I seem capable of justice, I seem equal to love.
Yet the morning says nothing to me, speaks me no words, and nothing out of the way has happened.
Yet I feel so good this morning:
I may be deceived, I may be lured to destruction,
Yet I feel so good, I feel so good.