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Why I Love the Morning

It’s the quiet…

the ease of peace

that permeates –

just as the light gently travels

through the trees

and into my soul.

 

It’s the anticipation…

of yet another chance

for lessons to take root –

and new directions

to unfold.

 

It’s the trust…

that all the days past

have been worth any pain,

and there are no regrets

which can darken this new light.

 

It’s the love…

that gratitude which shimmers

and brightens my vision

to just how blessed it is

to have this life,

this very day.

 

I am but a bird singing,

a flower opening,

a cat purring,

and a baby giggling.

Mornings have this affect on me.

They elate.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, August, 2020

 

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all! – Rumi

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