Early morning I rise with praise on my lips and hopes for a sunrise. I looked and though was no visible sunrise, before me were the vision of colorful trees singing a symphony with a hypnotic melody crystalized by the rain drops.
The sunrise took a bow to the rain and I praise the glory before me, not as I had envisioned, intended or planned yet the medicine to the soul given to me to hold is priceless.
Everything has a time and place and opportunities are given for each to shine. Like the sunrise make room in your life for other things to rise up, shine and share the stage.
I am blessed
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