Silently, in the sanctity
of pre-dawn shadows
I stretch and turn for just one
more moment of peace

Faintly,
through the slatted windows
day beckons and brings
a trilling birdsong

My thoughts drift
in the joyful morning
and the pleasure
of life

In this sweet fragment of time
my heart is full
and life's purpose
melds
into the coming day

And awaits my rising
gently patient
softly stirring
my thick blood
to life

If the truth of life
or death
is this point
in time
then

I am privy
to the thoughts
of God

Inspired by "Mornings" from "Viaje De Mi Alma"
by David Maldonado

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