There is something beautiful in this dark hour. A deep penetrating quiet that floods my soul. It washes over me with such ferocity I can't help but soak it in. As others sleep, I sit.
Sometimes I hear with great clarity.
Other times, the clamor within makes the listening difficult.
Today is a little of both. Often the case when the day ahead promises a fullness of time and responsibility. Yet, here in this dark we meet.
Your Presence and my soul unite. The muse of my heart awakens to the joy found in this morning. This marrying of The Holy and the hungry gives rise to praise.
A fitting start to the day.