A New Day


A new day.
Baby leaves
greening the tree
brushing against my bedroom glass.
Day-breaking sky
lit with exquisite softness.
Colors of the palest yellow and pink tell of the rising sun.
The breeze finds its way
through an open window
brushing softly my cheek
as the hand of a lover.
In the flawless quiet
of this just born morning
my heavy heart is lifted up.
I am filled with Grace.
In this perfection
I must trust
that all else
created by Love
is equally faultless.

  • Stuck (lettersthatlive.wordpress.com)

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