Together In Morning Quiet

Aren’t we all connected through this small moment of joy...

I like to think about the sweet people all over the world
who wake early in the morning,
and lay in bed to savor their joy
just like I do.

Maybe there is a man in Korea listening intently
for the sound of birds to rise above the endless river of traffic outside his window.
He knows they’ll come,
when the light finally slips through the dense leaves
that crowd his balcony.

Or an elderly woman in Perth who remembers she’ll see her grandchildren today,
smelling their hair as she hugs them,
watching them play in the yard
following their laughter across her day.

Or my son in the next room,
reluctantly waking to his alarm,
digging deeper into the covers
but smiling as the faces of friends he’ll see today
drift through his mind
like playful gossamer hands.

Aren’t we all connected through this small moment of joy
we choose to rest in,
pressed between our hands and held to our hearts?

In this true, quiet way
we’re together
as one.