In The Stillness Of The Morning

Spring flowers,
birds waking
in seeping darkness,
my family sleeps.

Silently,
I start another day
on this blue planet.

Despite all of the things
that are broken,
in the world, and,
in myself,
I wake with hope.

I hold it in my hands
like a fragile seed,
sprinkling warmth
across it’s shell,
seeing it bloom
in my mind’s eye.

I grasp the stillness,
the solitude
of this morning time,
I feel the earth
beneath my feet,
bark against my skin,
air across my cheeks.

I seek to live with purpose.
I seek to live with joy.
I seek to live with kindness.
I seek to live with forgiveness and compassion.

I live this day,
The one that begins here,
in this moment,
in the stillness of the morning.

Helen Edwards

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