There is beauty in my morning walk, before the sun arises,
before the city awakens and noise fills the air with the sounds of the busy
day.
There is beauty in the silence as I walk along the city
streets and immerse myself in these quiet moments before the day begins.
There is beauty in the trees standing bare against the
morning sky, still glorious in their stature despite the loss of their lovely
leaves.
There is beauty in the gathered leaves, arranged in orderly
piles along the street, as colorful as the Christmas lights on the eaves of the
houses that I pass.
There is beauty in the birdsong, awakening all around me
like a band tuning their instruments before the concert begins.
There is beauty in Your nearness, walking beside me in
these thin places of the morning.
