Dawn’s Opening Hymn

I rise with mountains:
ridgelines brushed purple and bright.

Whose hand paints this morning?

Clouds offer white and gray,
teasing ridgelines,
moved by heaven's breath
across azure sky.

Leaves offer silent prayers,
centered in psalms
I cannot translate,
yet I know its truth.

Wildflowers breathe the meadow
breeze, rehearsing devotion,
stems bending steady
but never breaking.

Streams reflect morning light,
singing witness,
dawn’s opening hymn.

Why morning?


For me, the earliest hours open something no other part of the day can. The simple quiet, the light, the sense of beginning make space for words to arrive. I have since learned I am not alone:


Do you agree?

What time of day do you find your best creative inspiration?

Why?

Let’s discuss.

Published by TheOtherKLM

Hey there! I'm K.L. McDaniel, an introverted extrovert who's into fitness with a bit of a twist and always shuffling through life's organized clutter. Here at TheOtherKLM, I dive into everything that makes us tick—from the quiet corners of introverted minds to the sweat and joy of staying active, all while keeping our mental game strong. I'm all about contradictions that somehow make perfect sense. Think of me as your go-to for exploring how to learn endlessly, live healthily, and think deeply, all without losing our collective minds. It's not just about fitness or learning; it's about finding balance in the chaos and connecting in the most unexpected ways. So, if you're into making sense of life's beautiful mess with me, stick around. We're in for a journey of learning, laughing, and maybe a bit of dancing... metaphorically speaking, of course.

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