Waiting for the sun to rise
Sleep still lingers in our eyes
Squinting, gazing, focusing
We catch a glimpse of everything..
Cicadas, crickets, beetles too:
All are singing.. this is true..
Soothing, healing, setting free
All the tension in you and me..
Listen carefully..bend your ear
In the silence..you will hear:
Whisperings of the rising sun,
Sharing grace with everyone..
Inhale, exhale..do it again..
Let the morning-ness enter in...
Such, the way, that angels bring
All God's Heaven-ness to everything
You and I and everyone..
Have each morn, and day that's done
To see the miracles and God's love
Let them lift you heart above..