A simple phrase means everything,
Good Morning, is healing.
There is a million points of light on the breath of the words spoken.
A immaculate moment.
Never taken for granted, so deeply cherished;
It kisses the Spirit, it pours like colors of sacred prisms across my life.
Two words makes the sunrise.
Sometimes, I fall to my knees;
Gratitude pours through me,
In this kind simplicity, came the prayers of Angels in a life that was shaking and worn.
A light of glory on the horizon.
It kept me going through the storms.
What might be small to you, is the world in my soul.
So today, I feel those words as I read them.
In my heart, it is a good morning.