Starting anew with a fresh clean slate
I feel a sense of freedom, youth
A breathing moment where the truth
Is not unlikely, not too late
I have arisen and begun
Not just by law but for desire
Alit with unaccustomed fire
From some oft-hidden ray of sun
These days when age most often stings
The simple joys right out of me
I slake my thirst with ecstasy
This is so lovely, Kathryn, I have felt this “morning” song before, too:) xx
I sense it deeply in many of your writings, my dear!! xoxo!
Wonderful words for the renewal that morning can bring. I was feeling really tired this morning, and then was in the garden and heard the baby wrens in the wren house (even though I see the wrens busy building their nest every year, sometime they make decoy nests) – they must’ve hatched in the last day or so.
How can one not feel better ‘When a rare morning-welcome sings’? XO
Being so sincerely the Not a Morning Person type, I appreciate my mornings and awakenings generally at a much later hour than most people’s, but whether I actually arise early (as I do on *occasion*) or later, the time when I first get up and about can have wonderful gifts in it. xo