I am encircled with just the glimmer of the early morning light
As I push back the curtains and see the hue of the sunlight stream
For mostly it is still dark, even the stars still twinkle in a shadowy sky
I am encircled in the still-dark of the morning
As if an invitation of the new day, an offering to draw me in
I enter the quiet. Bathe in it. Listen to it. Embrace the solace.
Encircled and called to let go over everything, everyone
But One. The Holy One. Called into Holy Presence in this moment.
Somehow in this silence, this stillness, I sense the harmony of grace
Discord and dissonance does not play into the melody at all
I sense I am touching the sacredness and character of God
And my soul softens as I encounter the One who never leaves.
For it is not just on the mountaintop, with joyful triumph
But in these ordinary, quiet, tranquil moments that you call me
Let me listen. Let me respond to the whispers deep in my soul.
Come. Encircle. Encounter. Transform.