Morning always comes a little too soon yet somehow carries promises of newness, mercies, and hope. I carry with me habitual optimism so the breaking dawn looks to me like joy and vision spanning the gap between darkness and light. I travel inward, deeply, as the colors move and change before me. I ready myself … Continue reading Morning


Wading deeply into light (formless substance we are unable to hold still more solid than any reality) Your cloak composed of starlight Bright fireĀ from your eyes escapes to cover the earth with heat Majestic you rise to take your place A realm man cannot fathom Vast beyond dream yet existing in...on...around You only, are everything … Continue reading Majesty