Putting Words Around the Unfolding
The glimmers of light
are blooming.
The warmth of healing
is touching my skin.
A new day is dawning
for all to see.
A new day is dawning
for all to heal.
This is a time
to open our hearts,
to allow the pain
to be mended.
Let our hearts be glad
as we reach for each other.
Let our voices sing out
in joy.
The light is here!
I feel its beam
arising within me.
Copyright @ Cynthia Cady Stanton, Jan. 20, 2021
I rise early
in the dark and quiet
on purpose.
Just like the blank page calls to me,
so does the new day.
I create an intentional pause
to reflect upon and bow to
the morning I have been given.
You see, for me
Easter happens every morning –
a chance to begin again,
to allow God to be seen
by transforming me.
The stone is always ready
to be rolled away
and a new way of being
is possible.
As the sun rises,
I reflect on whether this day
is finally The Day
I trust this truth completely –
the whispers of hallelujah gently call
so Easter can be born
in me
again.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 