Morning gift -small stone 19

Darkness lifts but waking remains slow.
Sun rises through the trees,
Lacy shadow patterns dance on the kitchen wall.
Rubbing sleep from my eyes
I switch on the kettle to make tea.

20140119-132000.jpgWriting prompt – seeing grace and beauty. My understanding of grace is an unearned gift. The beautiful dawn of a new day is such a gift of grace. I am often not awake enough to be aware of it!

“The answer must be that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.” ~ Annie Dillard


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