"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you,
Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid......."
So often it slips by unnoticed. Those who know its medicinal magic seek it out. Cradled in the lonely remnants of the dark night where sorrow hovers like an ancient dream too complicated to comprehend, a blushing thinness appears over the sleeping hills.
Just when you thought hope had been smothered by the lingering heaviness of standstill time, when your soul is clenched to ward off despair, it winks a deep pink so enticing you can't help but be pulled into its promise. A feast for your eyes. Salve for the spirit. At the very same moment when the pink blush smiles into a broader swath of tangerine and touches the darkness all around turning it into a tangled blue, a choir of birds sing out..... a welcoming invitation to sit in the rising passion of a new dawn.
If only it could last forever, this moment of peace and hope. I am held captive by a living snapshot. Would I grow tired of its beauty? Would the hope I feel lessen in strength? Perhaps, because like life, hope never remains still. Its very nature carries us forward in its inspiration as it eases us into transitional changes.
We are kissed by the joy of a sunrise and rejoice in its loveliness. Its softening warmth is sweeter when we have waited on the wings where lonely echos gather. Let it's refreshing promise lift you up into its arms and carry you to a place where your gaze becomes beautiful again. There is strength in the air we breathe.
The sun RISES on this inspiring morning while I sit in the quiet of my home with You holding my hand and give thanks. Thank you for the blessings all around me. Thank you for the blessings I feel inside me on this beautiful, beautiful morning.
Let the miracle of the day bathe you in comfort. I will allow it to do the same for me.