I rise —
with hints of morning’s first light
as it unfolds from a heavy night
into a rising day.pink ribbons shever painting

to unravel its soft, ever-changing

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over a pale-egg blue skyday
pulling open the shades
from night’s sleepy eyes.
As light graces my face and hands,
and falls into my Irish teacup.
God’s love touches its narrow rim
and a slight hint of steam rises up
Then pours out this joyful day!

I rise
as light falls upon open waters
now wicking through only thin ice
finding open shores
where sleepy white snow blankets cling,
Sky falls as the pink fades
into lovely sky waters
open and blue.


Found only in early twinkling twilights
as sun scatters and whispers up the hills
traveling through soft moss and dark hollows,
becoming new again in these healing waters!

I rise
for in a single moment
I hold the passing of time
wearing my Irish green locket
I rest awhile
in sacred silent pauses
burning fires through these thin veiled places.

I cherish God’s gift of eternal love,
surrounding morning’s cupped hands
and dwelling within my heart’s full cup!

Written for @dVersePoets #OpenLinkNight this third Tuesday of February, 18, 2014!