Woke up early this morning as always. A little after 5. This was in my mind. Don't know why, but maybe inspiration. Who knows. Thought I'd share.
The Early Morning Contemplation
Morning. Early morning.
The dark; the quiet; the peace.
The dreams of the night fade away; the dreams for the day fill the mind.
Dreams from all our yesterdays are crushed or fulfilled.
What will tomorrow's dreams hold? A question mark at best?
And for today? Who knows.
Joy. Or sorrow. Life. Or death. Hope. Or grief.
So many possibilities.
But always God, in the midst of it all.
The sky glows in the east.
Pink. Red. Orange.
The light of the sun, already eight minutes old as it appears, calling us:
"Wake up! Start anew."
It drives the sleep away.
It signals a new beginning.
With God. With friends. With strangers.
Strangers who may become friends. Or not.
For who knows what the new day holds.
But the light breaks into the darkness.
The day begins.
Again.
Anew.
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