Written this morning on a napkin…
I sit here this morning, out to breakfast 
alone
simply me hanging with me
finding my quiet inner me
as I soothe my turmoil of late
my roiling, tumultuous emotions
they that have me scattered from the pelting
so unceasing
I sit here to look over self
for the storm has passed
I survey the carnage of me
taking stock
breathing deeply
sighing softly
my body is battered
the visible wreckage
of tear tossing sleepless nights
confused
not understanding
yet
my soul,
oh my soul!
Is so awakened
The Son having risen in anew places
Flooding me at the cresting of the horizons found
A new Sonrise within me
Today I may be tired
Today may even be long
but…
Today will be today 
Nothing more
I will be ok
Because Abba was already
In Today
Yesterday
He has taken stock
And made it all alright
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