Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. — Psalm 57:8 Counting my blessings, even this — to rise again, able to stretch, soaking in the warmth, as I watch another glorious sunrise, coffee in hand, life expanding, from dawn to day, breathing in thisContinue reading “Morning”
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