When It Happens
When it happens:
it’s when it happens by itself, let’s call it grace, and most often it’s in those early hours before the hint of dawn, sky still holding to the edge of dark, yet the world seems to know that light is soon. There’s a sense of shifting patterns, time is different at this hour, things seem to linger for a last embrace of night before morning light parts through. Secrets are shared at this time, grace is given.
when it happens.
for me, this is the hour of a quiet mind, and not just for myself alone but for the world too it seems. There’s…