Don't Rush the Morning: Meet it

Even in the quiet dark, something is already glowing.

Don't Rush the Morning: Meet It Where You Are

The bare, dark, trees etched against the sky,

stand rooted to the earth

while still holding the darkness of night,

as the sky gently shifts from a deep blue --

into a soft pink,

the flame of my salt lamp

reflecting its own light --

like a flame in the distant sky,

like a heartbeat that never stopped beating,

my angel wings hanging quietly suspended

in the clear glass window

between inside and outside

between night and day.

Notice the world not yet awake, but already becoming what it will be.