As the sky ever so gradually lightens and the world emerges into focus, I know the sun is coming, though I don’t see it quite yet. I become entranced by the lead singer’s birdsong; I could never tire of listening to the music of nature. The message in each canorous chirping is unique to each listener.
The early morning darkness kindly calls me from slumber like a whispering herald announcing the revered arrival of dawn, a mythical wonder one can discover if lucky, yet this one so graciously each day comes openly.
When the sun itself first appears from beneath the horizon, it rises ever so slowly, not to show off, but to gift us its beauty, calling to the part of us planted long ago, to be still, to remember, to know.
rays that reach my soul
sent especially to me–
whispers from sunrise