Just before the sun comes up

When the sky is grey and the earth still black

Or when a lovely, wet grey cloud sits down on the land

I can feel the God(s) at work, walking among us

Then as the sun starts arriving–the magic grows stronger and stronger

The first shafts of light trim the horizon; the very air starts singing with the ancient songs of Earth, Wind, and Sky.

My heart, my mind, my soul lifts my personal melody of joy blending into the tingling vibrations surrounding everything.

From my heart to your world,

Linda