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It’s been an ultra-busy week so far and no signs of letting up, just yet. Please bear with me, yet again. 🙏🏻🕊️
It’s been an ultra-busy week so far and no signs of letting up, just yet. Please bear with me, yet again. 🙏🏻🕊️
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.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Good morning there A, and good write! I went back to the beginning - I was walking backwards. Doh! lol.
Hindsight is also backwards, nice! 🕊️🙏
I always think, if you wake up, it's already a great day.
After that, everything else is a bonus.
If you're old, think like a child and get out in the elements and live.
That's actually good advice for the aging. Cheers, Paul 🕊️🙏
Lovely poem )))
Thank you so much dear Caring dove 🕊️🙏
This poem requires several readings as all deeper poems do. Cryptic the currents run deep in this one.
"Embrace this new day’s promise,
not as a grand decree,
but as the simple turning
of leaves toward the sun."
This caught my attention first and how deeply it hit. So often we order, demand yet the turning of the leaf to the sun is natural no order given but self serving. A lovely metaphor. This poem carries with if a feel of spiritual calm and peace. A fave my friend
Glad this poem served, dear friend. Thanks, Soren 🙏🕊️
My pleasure
The imagery breathes…each line a slow inhale of grace. “Both ache and joy” becomes one pulse here...dawn and soul rising together. Wonderful, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, T🕊️🙏🏻
Every morning we arise is so special Rik, leading us into another day of unknown wonder and beauty. Great poem.
Andy
Indeed, Andy., Thanks 🕊️🙏🏻
Good morning, good day to you A! Oh, that was yesterday I first said that. It's 'today' now.
And I still can't find 'tomorrow'. When it gets here, it's today.
Do shut up Orchi, says Fido - you're becoming cryptically rambling! lol.
Very beautiful well written
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