The sun illuminates the sky and then our rooms with hope-
A man gets up early planning the day, praying for wisdom he is promised-
A mother conscientious about the food she makes for her children, creatively hides the veggies she knows they need-
Children young and playing, make noises that accompany imagination-
An older couple at the breakfast table, hold hands and see 50 years of memories in each other’s smile-
And then there is the person alone, with lots of wondering about the future. This too is beautiful-

The space of mornings gives place for new beginnings and hope. Though filled with what some might call “mundane things”, mornings are quite poetic, are they not?