I sleep well and rise up at dawn, rested.

I sleep well and rise up at dawn, rested. I open the curtains and look out, just waiting for a prayer to come to me. The darkness fades, the light grows. The measure of life is there, in the streaks of red and purple across the changing morning sky. I rise up, toward the sun, leaving this shell of a body behind. I do not need a prayer to come to me; I am a prayer! I am hope! And morning is a gift, a blessing.


James Lee Jobe