rise.

Oh on this most ordinary of ordinary morns
As we watch the sun struggle to be free of mist and haze
Let our beings be light
As we’ve risen before
To embrace this day
Tighter than the last
And the last before that.
Make it ours
Really make it ours
To seek all that is love
And make peace with what resides in our hearts
As the non-promise continues to be
That the sun shall choose to greet us
In the morrow of the morn.

#HappyEaster

hyacinth 2 next day

Photo by me with my Nikon D750/Nikkor lens 28-300

in morning.

  
The morning belongs to dreamers.

Who watch the world come alive

Through sleep-blurred eyes.

Before the doers wake

As dreams are born

In heaven’s promise and coffee’s warmth.

Hidden light plays with shapes

As lack of motion echos sound

Sky’s puzzled pieces shift and slide 

A dizzying dance

As wispy clouds whisper

Together. Then apart.

While doers still slumber

planets and stars glisten

as they shine on faith,

And hues of blues

Paint the day with promise

And with hope.

As bedroom lamps

blink on.

The world

awakens.

And dreams begin in morning’s light.