Open your heart to the mornings sun.
The dawn that holds unlimited possibilities.
It’s the gift that holds miracles,
inside breeze,
song of birds,
and the heartbeat of life.
Present your dreams to Saint Matin
The Sunup that wraps eyes in moments blanket.
It’s your thoughts that sow them into reality.
In yellow diamonds.
Pinks so luxurious,
and red-oranges a glowing.
Greet with gratitudes voice at first light
The genesis that gleams with brilliance.
It’s the self being divinity in motion
in the journey.
Awakening to spirit
and inside celebration of love.
Just breath into the Canticle of morning
it is rhythm of love and harmony.
First poem of the day.
