The Promise of Morning

Let us rise with the dawn,

shoulders brushed by first light,

the hush of night still clinging

to the edges of our breath.

Embrace this new day’s promise,

not as a grand decree,

but as the simple turning

of leaves toward the sun.

Tomorrow’s whispers guide us—

a chorus of unseen wings,

reminding us that even the smallest step

is covenanted with what still lies ahead.

The innocence of past years fuels our steps,

not as nostalgia’s weight,

but as kindling carried forward,

sparks that refuse to dim.

And so, together, we find peace

in Present’s embrace: a stillness

that does not bind, but steadies,

a moment wide enough to hold

both ache and joy, and call them

by the same name— beginning.