Sunday, April 10, 2011

Three O'clock in the Morning

As I type this, it is three o'clock in the morning --- one of my favorite times of the day.  Whether I stay up for it or get up, this time of day has a beauty not easily  put into words. 

I look out my window and see the lights from the street and porch lights on other homes whose inhabitants are long asleep.  Most of my cats are sprawled on the bed with me, some still sleeping, some licking their coats even more beautiful, one merely blinking a greeting of welcome to me..  Two of the dogs are burrowed under the covers and are warming the bed, almost too much.  And I lie here, listening to the sounds of the early morning, the creaking of the house, the sleepy complaining of a bird that objects to the streetlight in its eyes.  I hear a train in the far distance and an owl, softly calling.   The very darkness of the night wraps me in gratitude.

In this tiny corner of the world, it is safe.  It is peaceful.  I am aware of wonder, and the grace of awe.  The deepening of the night sky calls to me and fills me with quiet joy. 

I wish this peace for all my brothers and sisters in every country and climate.  I pray for peace and contentment.

May it be so.


  1. Good morning, Sweetheart,
    I like to get up before everyone else. I have time to collect my thoughts and remember all of the things that I need to do during this day. This time is calming and refreshing. I feel closer to my creator and more creative. ..Sometimes, that new idea that came to me as I dropped off to sleep is still fresh and I can hardly wait to put it on paper.
    Again, Good morning, Sweetheart.

  2. You draw a beautiful picture with your words…
    Thank you for this one!

  3. A beautiful thought. A beautiful design. A beautiful heart. (((hugs)))