Morning, Joe !



There’s nothing I like more than being out on my deck as dawn gives way to morning. Sipping the first of several cups of coffee hot and dark, I enjoy the bird song and the cool ending of night slipping into sun-warmed dawn. My mind emerges from the inactivity of sleep and lazily approaches the beginning of day and all that might be ahead for me. I am thankful for another day and for the time alone to greet my maker.  Amen





Up at dawn, the dewy freshness of the hour, the morning rapture of the birds, the daily miracle of sunrise, set her heart in tune, and gave her Nature’s most healing balm. ~Louisa May Alcott, “In the Strawberry Bed,” Work: A Story of Experience, 1873


Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn. ~Robert Brault,


I have risen early today. Far in the distance, a faint glow paints the horizon. Dawn is coming, gently and full of prayer. I step quietly from my bed, alive to the silences around me. This is the quiet time, the time of innocence and soft thoughts, the childhood of the day. ~Kent Nerburn, “The Gift of the Dawn,” Small Graces: The Quiet Gifts of Everyday Life, 1998


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