June 24, 2025

 A Tuesday

I think there is something sacred on mornings after a storm.  

A breath, a touch of air, an intuition that surrounds you and pulls you in to the sacred.  

Knowing that a storm is gone and you are here.

Relief from the oppression of what was and what you went through.

Quiet, where before intensity had given none.

It’s another moment of the sacred, 

A time in the present, with God.

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