
Early Morning
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read
In the coolness of the morning, before the rising of the sun, when the soul yawns as wide as a window on forever, something beckons, like the promise of a dream, not forgotten
and the singing of the birds, in the garden before the sunrise, becomes a heralding of beauty.
Each bud a faithful opening. Each petal a prayer for flourishing.
Each flower a perfect peace.
LBM 8/5/08

