Sweet Morning
Morning,
sweet morning.
It’s early,
and dark.
Before sunrise,
I can’t remember
if I’ve forgotten anything.
All seems well.
The silence is patient with me.
My breathing is deep.
Feeling becomes easy.
There’s something about this time.
Something about this space
makes perfect sense.
In this moment,
right here,
right now,
I am.
I know.
I love.
Allow belief
to awaken you.
Then allow the faith
of your lived experience
to carry you beyond.
“There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.”
This poem was written on December 10, 2022.
