There are words inside.

I feel the weight of them

as I wake in the morning

move through the day

& rest at night.

I pull out a pen and paper

to capture them –

but on this early morning

dark outside

& soft lights glowing inside-

as I sit,

the words lose their

weight –

their urgency.

They are only words

& in the light and quiet

& stillness

of this moment

they will wait

they will have to wait.

The newness of this day

before anything begins moving

the hush of the world

outside my window

the soft glow of the lights

the fresh snow that made

everything clean and new overnight

the warmth coming from being

curled up in a chair

with a blanket & the kitty-

no need to rush

to move

to do.

The words are still important

but their weight has shifted.

No longer heavy

and pressured

tumbling over one another

to get out.

The are soft and gentle

waiting their turn to be released-

gentle as they step forward

into the light.

There is a peace

in the early morning

darkness –

often missed –

a comfort

that wraps around one’s

soul.

A hot cup of tea &

a warm sweater kind of feel

that we miss

in the “10 more minutes under the blankets”

& the rush to get the day started.

There is a peace in the presence

of the Holy One

who settles

with and in me

when the words become

weightless

the light shines in the

darkness

& the warmth overtakes the

cold.

There is a peace –

here and now.

There is a hope-

of a peace to come.

I realize…

it is not that

there is no peace

for my soul.

It is that I have

not paused

long enough

& often enough

to allow it to settle

on me

within me

beside me.

Here in the hush

of the early

morning

my pace has slowed

enough

that I am well aware

of its presence,

the gentleness of its caress,

how it fills me

with love &

gratitude

& hope.

There are words inside me

I feel them –

not weighty & pressured-

soft & gentle –

bringing a

quietness

to my heart & mind…

welcoming the One

who is Peace –

the one who soothes

my fractured soul.