Morning’s quiet seems to linger in time and spirit. But it will fade and soon come to noon followed quickly by evening tide and night. All time is as fleeting as a twinkling and should be thought of so as not to lose large swells of it twiddling our navels. Morning is that thinking time, it is slow because we think of it. We read well, may I suggest The Holy Scripture, and write honestly having been made honest by The Scripture, and we see well if we have a window and hopefully a garden and a sweet bird and have assured ourselves these all come from God. Mornings are for us slowing down and noticing time as we are given it freely and it is most treasured because it gives us our only way to exist.
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