On those days when
my mornings begin in
silence, only the soft breathing
of my sleeping children and
the cat's paws on the
hardwood floors, I know
there are a few moments
to sit with the last of
night's darkness and the first
rays of sun to just be
with the day as she arrives
and with the night as she leaves
praying benediction
for the leave taking of dark
praying invocation for the
light being born
the first alarm ends my
reverie as change
sings the introit
I turn my heart toward
the hearts I created
this days processional
begins
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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The day's processional: a gorgeous expression, and a lovely poem.
Posted by: viv blake | October 09, 2012 at 11:58 PM
Thank you! I am not exactly sure where that came from EXCEPT I see the beginning of the day as a very sacred time.
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | October 10, 2012 at 07:17 AM
For some reason I can only imagine this poem being read out loud in a whisper and nothing louder. There's this feeling of being the only one awake (with the exception of the cat) in a quiet house waiting for the day to begin. Well done.
Posted by: Sarah S. | October 10, 2012 at 07:29 PM
What is interesting is that I read this after watching Pretty on your OctPoWriMo prompt for today. So the intensity that was in that rant was in the reading of your poem. Completely different than when I read it late last night. I love this either way.
One of my favorite lines within this poem:
"only the soft breathing
of my sleeping children and
the cat's paws on the
hardwood floors..."
Posted by: Morgan Dragonwillow | October 11, 2012 at 07:16 AM