Morning Poem

My heart sings in purest soft hues
in these morning hours
when the realm of time pauses
from the wild spinning of cluttered days.
We tend to praise the busy, as if a badge
to wear in pride.
Yet in the quiet is where I feel full
and explore the deeper visage of soul.

Are my thoughts topsy turvy, or is the world
just caught in between?
This is where we must choose what is joy,
or a clustering of self pursuits.
Oh, ready the day to be in the clear
and make space for thought.
If we dash to and fro we oft feel
the stress and pressure of time.
May this page encourage you to pause and slow,
and allow the gentle unfolding grace to know.