Dawn’s Opening Hymn

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:

• Researchers at MIT/Harvard found that the sleep–wake threshold can spark creative insight and new ideas.
  
  
• Writers from Georgia O’Keeffe to Hemingway trusted mornings as their most creative time.
  
  
• Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way made “morning pages” a daily ritual for artists seeking inspiration.
  

Do you agree?

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

Why?

Let’s discuss.