promenade in silhouette

what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.

meditation, a morning indulgence

sky pregnant with dawn late mating cicadas screech singing wordless prayers i bath in this pre-day light hollowed out my mind a receptacle each breathe exultation i meet THEE here enamored in surrender let it be let it be love rises enfolding me kneading each limb i am renewed thank you the sweetest of praise…