Blessedness Speaks In the Morning

Blessedness speaks in the morning, its voice, carried on drops of dew that dance with the sun’s deep kiss on the grasses and trees, as they wait in silent prayer, ever ready to make confession, to sing praise to a new born day— never to be tried again. Eternity holds life and death in its twenty-four hour arms and says, “Jump, jump into this portal of bliss, your home, sweet home. Wrap yourself in the blessedness that speaks in the morning, for it speaks only to you.”