Morning Ritual

Sometimes,
in the morning
I like to just lay quiet and
feel the cool sheets on my skin.
I watch the sun
peek through the slatted blinds
like a sunny side up.

A new born breeze blows gentle
through my half cracked window.
and my heart feels quiet.
I don’t speak
or move
or break
the stillness that surrounds me like an invisible glass bubble.

I don’t want to enter the day yet,
so I pray,
one thought at a time.

My heart opens slow and gentle
like a crinkled poppy
And I wait
Until your love settles into the wrinkled places
Your quiet kindness soaks in
giving me strength
to begin all over again.

Lamentations 3:22-24
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”