Settling into the sigh
of the morning quiet,
alone with the air and the hum of home,
peace descends like a soft mist,
a spider-web blanket of light,
an embrace of spirit wrapping
all that is --
of which I am but a whisper of breath.
Gratitude dances on the edges of my heart,
softening the piercings of everyday sorrows.
This life is a gift
but its ending is equally its beginning.
What joy to walk in the wisdom of eternity!
I bow deeply, this morn,
this precious, sweet morn.