daybreak

Early Morning

Lori McCray
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

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Lori McCray

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Photographer, Poet, Musician, Mother, Mystic, Gardener, friend of wild creatures, swan whisperer. Find me on Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/wingthing/

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An art and photography publication focused on visual narrative in storytelling.

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