I find a particular sweetness in the early morning quiet. Vibrant stillness erupts from blackness before the world stirs. It’s a secret time with its own mystery.
This morning’s predawn sky has a peek hole to one luminous star that lights up its blanket of darkness. I can’t pull my eyes away from its light. Standing at the window in my pajamas, this pinhole in eternity draws me in and I hear whispers: “Sometimes it takes darkness to see light. Sometimes stormy waves rise. Sometimes a safe shore washes away to reveal a far greater creation than we could have imagined.”
