Spiritual Morn Wakes My Joy

When I first awake, I am a complete emotional blur, unprepared for the day rhythm about to occur. Before day unfolds, I need release trials my wake holds. Being still, I focus until suppliant, in quiet, ever reliant. In meditation, I block all false traps; with eyes shut, palms up on lap, my breath grows a bright, loving light and a beautiful, shiny white box comes into sight. All not of truth ideal, goes in box, until concealed. One by one, as I feel the light beam as a prayer, all my concerns, each trouble and every care, goes inside the glossy box until all is ensnared. I see a lid placed and ribbons tied with flair. Then I view loving, beautiful hands descend, hands of more love than I can comprehend, to take the box of my troubles and struggles up, up and away to handle and favorably mend. All I held is now heaven released and earth crumbled. My peace now doubled, I am centered in joyous ways and ready for the new day of tumbles and scuffles to meet the joy in my smile and ease in my muscles. ... CayCay Jennings January 1, 2018