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273: Here's a new morning...

sun drenched,

coffee stained, 

just as holy as the first one. 

Here’s a new morning

for our bleary eyes,

for our hopeful hearts, 

for the birds who look for reason to sing. 

Here’s a new morning

delivered like a gift, 

like an invitation, 

like your scruffy kiss on my morning cheek, 

Here’s a new morning,

and love wants to know-


who and what will you rise for? 


Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good

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