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!