Morning whispers

 this day…

humble beginnings quiet and calm… 

 

 

mystery and treasure hidden in sight…

 

 

swirling and twirling high with delight…

 

 

 whether sorrow or song it will linger awhile and soon drift on…

 

 

 

 questions unanswered… tender mercies i pray… 

 

 

small well placed moments of  brightness and strength…

 

 

wisdom to see…  hope to move on…

 

 

a house woven lightly.  a place to belong…

 

 

 

as the door to this day opens gently, i wonder of all of the joy deep within.  this day.  this one day before me.  i open my heart to all that is.  laughter and sorrow.  hope and despair.  whatever it offers may i face it with grace…  

Night slips away

Night slips away as Dawn softly brightens 

We wander through our dreams only returning with moments we don’t quite understand 

Light of day doesn’t always bring clarity 

I wonder if deep night and sweet day are lonesome in their search for each other 

Soulmates bound by sky. Forever separated by time. 

Finding comfort in being always at the edge of one another.

all shall be well

All shall be well…And all shall be well… All manner of things shall be well…

– Dame Julian of Norwich

Julian of Norwich was the first woman to write a book in the English language around the year 1395. 

When my world is spinning seemingly out of control I recall her words and try to rest in them.

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ellie894 March 15, 2017