I love morning, especially that time right before the sun crests the horizon, when the whole world is still asleep and a few birds start to sing. There’s a stillness in the air, a sort of magic just hanging there. I can feel the anticipation, the sense that something wonderful is about to happen. I sit on the porch, staring out into the pre-dawn half-light nursing my hazelnut coffee and letting all this incredible wonder just wash over me … .
morning comes she peeks out over the mountain tops her eyes flutter open and the day begins
and new hope new possibilities shimmer across the land washing over hill and dale glimmering through branch and leaf warming both heart and soul
a chance to work and play a chance to begin anew a chance to pray to You in everything we do
poem “In Everything We Do” by Michael Traveler, author/poet