New Days
Rising fresh in the early morning is a subtle miracle. In good health, with a bed to lay my head down, food I did nothing to create: all these things come to me when I open my eyes. That small act of rising from slumber, creates a whole world of wonder and possibilities in an instant. Of course, I did not create that world really. It is a gift. But the true miracle is how easily I am given the key. Just outstretch my hand and it drops into my fleshy palm, a small, cool, heavy and beautiful golden key.
In another hour, the sun will rise.
