Morning Star

A calmness

Rests on the wet morning 

Dewy drips find their way 

down the palm frond 

Into the Earth.

Serenity

Is easy 

when few are bustling about.

When nature’s rhythm 

Beats.

Still 

The workers awaken,

conquering tasks.

I awaken too.

Perhaps, I can hold the dew of

The morning 

In my breath.

Perhaps it can drip down my throat 

Coating parched tunnels,

Bubbling it’s message in the vibrations of my voice.

The day transforms,

Quickens.

But,

Perhaps, I can resonate 

with the morning.

Perhaps

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“And we have more firm the prophetic word, to which we do well giving heed, as to a lamp shining in a dark place, till day may dawn, and a morning star may arise — in your hearts;”

‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1:19‬ ‭YLT98‬‬