In the flickering candle-light
I watch the dawn come up
The sun comes up every morning
But this time is different
It is the awakening of the soul
Rediscovering what is.

The first sounds of the birds
The gentle swaying of the branches
The slow lightening of the sky
The softening of the soul
Everything is new and different.

The dawn is a million years old-
But this morning it comes up just for me.
The difference:
Today, I’m ‘here’
watching the dawn coming up
and lightening the sky.


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