The morning is light blue and promises bright, warm sun, once the horizon lets go of its hold on the night. The birds twitter and sing for me, and I breathe clean air like my lungs have never breathed before. My children are still asleep, along with my husband, and I turn on the stereo and put poppy Bluegrass on to wake them from their deep slumber.
There was a time, even when the sun shone, only darkness enveloped my morning, my afternoon, my night. The reprieve of living, of feeling what life had to give, did not enter my heart or my mind, and today the grace of what is lives here in the here and now, where I am if I choose to stay.
The promise of the sun is not the only promise I can capitalize on today. What's my choice to be? Mmmm... today the choice is not difficult to make.
There was a time, even when the sun shone, only darkness enveloped my morning, my afternoon, my night. The reprieve of living, of feeling what life had to give, did not enter my heart or my mind, and today the grace of what is lives here in the here and now, where I am if I choose to stay.
The promise of the sun is not the only promise I can capitalize on today. What's my choice to be? Mmmm... today the choice is not difficult to make.
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