In the Morning

In the morning, the prayer blooms, grace arrived from a much-needed dreamless sleep through to a dawn potent with glittering hope, sparkling ideas, notes from friends, the welcome swat of my kitten's paw. How different seems the sky now. A new light illuminates my vine-tangled corners, and sings & sings like all the birds, up early in the trees. I feel awakened, awakened.