I like to get up before the sun does.
It is a kind of race
to greet the day first, for
being alone in the stillness of the morning
When I walk in the quiet
of my slumbering neighborhood,
and I can look up at the moon
and the stars,
and feel the crisp morning air
on my sleepy skin,
I am like a wakening flower bud.
I open to the promise
of a new day –
of being in fresh light.
I am a rare creature, I know.
Few would take the covers off so early
to brave the chill.
But me? I just get some coffee in me,
bundle up, and go.
It is the most liberating time of my day –
for yesterday has been filed away…
and it is just me, the stars,
So, I lift up my voice
and sing, joining the bird chorus
as the glow begins to dawn.
This is what morning energy does for me.
I move forward through the dark and
rise with the sun.
It is a kind of practice, you see.
If I can dance my way through the dark
feeling safe and happy,
then I have mastered the power
I have learned to let go,
and relax into the flow of life.
It is a kind of cleanse
that reminds me that I am actually
free to be –
and no loss or regret
can keep me under the covers
for very long.
Copyright @ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2021
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and you will never walk alone.Gerry and the Pacemakers