Morning Goodness
written by
Jeannette
Zink
March 12,
2016
I am not a
morning person. There I’ve said it; the
truth is now out there in the universe.
I wish I could tell you otherwise; but, the truth will set you free and
that’s the truth! However, if I were a
morning person, just how would the wee hours of the morning look and feel to me…
I wonder, not necessarily intent on finding the answer, but more of a pondering
kind of exercise. Might the hours take
on a more poetic essence; the shower becoming a cleanser for the soul; the
thinking more purifying; and, perhaps the perfect venue for washing yesterday’s
regrets down the drain to make way for the freshness awaiting each shiny new
penny of a day.
Morning Hour Poet
The early morning hours, woven between the fold of
what-if moments and the dreamy mist of second chances, know the wait will soon
be over. The dawn readied to acquiesce the
shiny penny of a new day.
Secure in the arms of aspiration; embraced by unlimited
potential; these rays of belief sparkle in wonder and magic that greet the shiny
penny of a new day.
Maybe the early morning hours will be my friend; succumbing to
this benefactor of hope; yes, these hours of refresh may have earned their
place of measured possibilities; the shiny penny of a new day.
Do not curse the early morning hours. Their time is not a fault. They are a gift given from the night sleep to
prepare us for the shiny penny of a new day.
Will I ever find my peace with the
early morning hours … maybe; the poet is forever the gentle observer of a
cosmos that remains open to each shiny penny of a new day … even in its wee
early morning hours.
Peaceful mornings … my dear kindred
spirits.
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