She always comes

I am still on my deck enjoying early Morning hours, for I often rise to greet her arrival. Today, my heart rested in this. It was actually Morning who came… to me. It is a good Morning, indeed 🌝

Morning came

without my striving

or contending

or prodding

or pushing

or begging.

She came

As she always comes;

faithfully

gently

rising

at just the right time

with new mercies

and resurrected life.

Darkness vanishes

in her presence.

Hope appears.

Here is a song for my day and yours. Good morning!