Creation's Morning

In the early morning when the coffee is hot and strong and hours of the day begin to push along I ponder that status of the world at the dawning anxious and shaking with trepidation calming waiting on the light when the rain starts to cascade and suddenly the plans of the day must be remade. Cooler breezes flow low in the atmosphere we pause and ponder simply staying here and becoming oppressed by transitional humidity we feel claustrophobically contained in this fluidity yet there is hope on the horizon awakening preparations of life renewed ready for the taking long-awaited even the dream cannot remain hesitating. Wake, stir and rise from your sleep times are a-changing , there are promises to keep open your heart and your eyes this is the moment of asking why men and women for freedom cry and hope no longer hangs in the sky but strains to become the dream of reality once denied. Breathe it all in embrace the truth, we are of the same skin humankind, God's creation well-devised welcome the truth that lies there is no difference down in our souls we are children of the Grand Creator, equally discharged to care for the earth, the sea and one another's heart.