The light of the early morn’
slowly rises above the trees
and streams through my window’s pane.
With eyelids closed, I see its shadow;
Ever so softly waking me, I turn to look.
Let it come, as it may.
I won’t fear the day.
I was made for this moment;
so I swallow it up with all that I am…
With such sweet emotion to know
that in this moment, I ask for nothing.
I have all I need.
My breath, my faith and a sense of hope
for what lies ahead.
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