Sanctuary.
Song and Still.
It is therapeutic listening to the birds before morning light has reached me.
Beneath the pastel, charcoal sky, when even the breeze has yet not awoken.
Atop blades of grass or mountain perch, the sanctity is spiritual and calming.
Of song and pause alongside beating heart, setting the rhythm of welcome for the pending day.
Effortless inhales of fresh linen air that only freedom offers the chosen.
The inner voice chimes violin against nature’s orchestra.
Growing oneness with self and every living thing of large and small.
Until the vibration of life travels up through your being and out through exhale.
You are the chapel, and the holy, gifted from above to set sail of flight.
Reminding the fallen, you have been placed here by the hand of God.
Bathe in the first breath of day.
Anointed with Sunlight.
