As morning unfolds,
and the sun dares to rise,
my heart is full of gratitude.
Even on a Monday,
with the weekly list beginning to crowd me,
I am lifted.
Though still a spiritual infant,
I have now finally learned,
the gift of a day,
a moment.
Rising from slumber,
springing from under the covers…
well, that is what each day offers –
what the whole journey affords,
moment by moment.
I wake with gratitude,
allowing for transformation,
as my feet touch the floor.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 