In the early morning hours
before dawn has spread her light
when clock’s ticking is so loud
and the night’s dreams still are bright
There I stop to breathe and think
fill my cup with Spirit’s might
cells lapping up the nectar
a gift of grace – delight
Reflecting life on life in life
I am but a speck of sparkling white
as I polish up for shining
in the dark of pre-dawn night
I shed the cloak of dreadful dreaming
encrusted with its simple frights
to lie de-clawed and transformed
into blessings in my sight