Why I Love the Morning [a Poem]
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
It’s the quiet…
the ease of peace
that permeates –
just as the light gently travels
through the trees
and into my soul.
It’s the anticipation…
of yet another chance
for lessons to take root –
and new directions
to unfold.
It’s the trust…
that all the days past
have been worth any pain,
and there are no regrets
which can darken this new light.
It’s the love…
that gratitude which shimmers
and brightens my vision
to just how blessed it is
to have this life,
this very day.
I am but a bird singing,
a flower opening,
a cat purring,
and a baby giggling.
Mornings have this affect on me.
They elate.
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