photo by Ian Sane

How many mornings have I been here
In this spot, writing out
my heart and
sometimes
what I thought I was supposed to say

And now this morning
after staring at my  vulnerability
and struggling to find enough
(You know how I wrestle with it)

Your Sun broke through the tiny open spot between the trees.

Though I look out the window to my left
And see only the green variations of leaf, needle and grass blade
this time of year,
You knew just where the keyhole was, and
Your Sun found its way to my face.

I could sense the sun before, how everything would brighten —
but today, I felt it.

It’s as if You tilted the world just for me this morning
That you knew I’d be where I am
even if I didn’t.
It all feels perfectly coordinated, like a dance
of all the stars and moons and planets
lining up, moving out of the way

So you could say
Let me love you.
Let me love you.

Today, I heard.

And it’s astounding
when I think of the Love that is right there,
outside my window
available for the taking
And how if you just show up and open your hands to receive it

The God of the Universe
tilts the very earth
and sets the Sun on a special course
So it can shine on your face for a full three minutes

In the middle of rising to a new day.

Linking with Emily.