The morning was misty, with a silvery blue glow illuminating the skyline
The clouds took their places, and the promise of a new day glimmered golden ’round their edges
Silhouetted treetops gave glory to the glow, lessening themselves to magnify the light
A solitary song rang out from the rising mist, followed by a melodious chorus of many
The atmosphere answered with electric anticipation
Darkness drifted back to shadow, replaced by gentle radiance
The heavens rejoiced in cascades of color
Birdsong faded, and creation held its breath
The golden globe arose from the horizon
Lazy dew drops were suddenly diamonds
Risen mists, touched with purity, transformed into feathers of white
Revealing truth touched every shadow
Majesty cloaked creation with hope fulfilled, and more hope, still
The birds burst forth, again, in worship and praise
I turned my face into the risen sun
Rays of warmth cupped my cheek
A sweet whisper touched my spirit
“Good morning, my beloved.”
The Peace of the Path 