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*she wakes..
as if lifted out of a dream;
the last threads of night
still clinging to her skin
like a story she no longer believes
but hasn’t fully let go of
and there..
through the half-open curtain,
through the hush that comes
before a new day reveals its full glory..
the first bright water of morning
begins to pour over her
each morning..
the sun rises anew
and calls your name
without a shadow
each morning..
the lens clears
just a little more..
fog thinning,
shame loosening,
clarity turning
like a door opening inward
and somewhere in that hush
you remember
what was always true:
that God never turned away,
that the self you lost
was never truly gone,
and that the light you feared
was judging you
was only waiting
to wash you clean
you stand
one day farther from the fog,
one day deeper
into your own beauty..
the kind that cannot be taken,
the kind the dawn recognizes
as its own
and when the warmth settles
across your shoulders,
you rise slowly..
as if the morning
has chosen you
to begin again
and outside..
somewhere gentle,
somewhere familiar..
a song you once loved
drifts through the waking air:
"little darlin’,
I feel that ice is slowly melting…
here comes the sun…
and I say,
it’s all right…"
and for the first time in so long
you feel it..
not just the warmth,
but the welcome
..and from the East
there rises the quiet shape
of an answered prayer..
that at the light’s first piercing
of the horizon,
she feels
what it truly means
to begin again*
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC
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*she wakes..
as if lifted out of a dream;
the last threads of night
still clinging to her skin
like a story she no longer believes
but hasn’t fully let go of
and there..
through the half-open curtain,
through the hush that comes
before a new day reveals its full glory..
the first bright water of morning
begins to pour over her
each morning..
the sun rises anew
and calls your name
without a shadow
each morning..
the lens clears
just a little more..
fog thinning,
shame loosening,
clarity turning
like a door opening inward
and somewhere in that hush
you remember
what was always true:
that God never turned away,
that the self you lost
was never truly gone,
and that the light you feared
was judging you
was only waiting
to wash you clean
you stand
one day farther from the fog,
one day deeper
into your own beauty..
the kind that cannot be taken,
the kind the dawn recognizes
as its own
and when the warmth settles
across your shoulders,
you rise slowly..
as if the morning
has chosen you
to begin again
and outside..
somewhere gentle,
somewhere familiar..
a song you once loved
drifts through the waking air:
"little darlin’,
I feel that ice is slowly melting…
here comes the sun…
and I say,
it’s all right…"
and for the first time in so long
you feel it..
not just the warmth,
but the welcome
..and from the East
there rises the quiet shape
of an answered prayer..
that at the light’s first piercing
of the horizon,
she feels
what it truly means
to begin again*
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There are mornings when the light arrives
as if it has been waiting just beyond the veil..
quiet, patient,
familiar in a way the heart remembers
before the mind does.
A soft unshadowing.
A thinning of whatever dimmed the inner glass.
Nothing spoken,
or demanded..
only the gentle pull
of what has always been true.
Here comes the sun.
And for the first time in a long time..
it’s all right.
https://youtu.be/357gZV2Nfsk?si=g72NGvYOsrhvu4jQ
xox