When morning comes, whether sun or cloud,
I breathe in deeply, if breath allowed,
and ponder what lies before and behind.
In quiet meditation, I find
answers to questions I did not know,

or I had forgotten long ago.
Life, fluctuates both fast and slow
Your love smoothes my soul and mind
when morning comes.

All through the day I come and go,
opportunities to cherish you and grow.
To Spirit I want our lives aligned,
to savor every breath divine,
whether breathed at highs or low,
when morning comes.

M. Zane McClellan

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