The Morning

It’s something in the way
the morning breeze floats right in,
bouncing off uncombed hairs,
awakening the skin on our bones
It’s the whispering of that breeze,
tickling our eyelashes as we lie on our backs,
closing out our dreams and bringing the body into a new day
There is such a comfort in the warm embrace of morning;
the great reminder to cushion that first step of a new start
And I know this cannot be said
without a nod to the Creator
It’s these sweet gestures that urge us into the light

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