Up at Dawn
An Anthem
I know the right routine by now.
Wake up, open up the blinds
Let the morning light pour in
And wash away what’s left behind
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Lost and found: I look around
At all the relics from the storm–
Every token, some half-broken
Memories that kept me warm
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Breathing deep, I take a sip.
My fear is coffee on my lips
Whetting me for something new
Clearing away what I outgrew
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I'm entering my goddess era
And I know I should be scared of
All that held me back before
But I can't stay here anymore
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I know the way to clean my soul
An advocate for morning’s balm–
I’m taking back what darkness stole.
That’s why you’ll find me
Up at dawn
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The Silence That Follows
“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
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Comments (18)
I love this - dawn is so full of unblemished promise!
You are speaking the truth of daily life! 👍🏻
THAT, my dear friend, is exactly how I feel every time a hurricane blows through my little town.
Poetic and insightful. Great work!
Powerful. Reflective. Empowering. Relatable. Downright delectable! Bravo!!🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾
Amazing Joelle. A well deserved top story
beautiful! captures an essence of early morning rising that I missed. Dawn will never seem the same. thanks
Beautiful! The morning brings such hope. Congratulations on Top Story too! ❤️
☕️☕️Cheers!!!
Congratulations!! 🩵
Oh Joelle, this is so lovely. Coming back from a kind of sabbatical from myself, this poem is like an ocean washing over my soul. Like Andreas I like the washing away that which is now behind. Blessings young one, you have a heart of gold. Congrats for TS.
This poem is beautiful, almost song-like. The last stanza is so powerful as well! Brilliant work!
I'm taking back what darkness stole! That line was so powerful!
It is the very best part of the day, & a great time to begin anew.
Ohh that last stanza is my absolute favourite! Taking back what darkness stole! I love the imagery throughout, Joelle ❤️🙏 Beautiful
I'm not a morning person, but this piece almost has me converted 😁
Love the dawn and LOVE this gorgeous poem! I’ll send a coffee cheers your way tomorrow morning as the Earth is waking up. Beautiful piece, Joelle! 💫💞
Isn't that the best time of the morning, just you, the lovely morning, coffee, the fresh air blowing in the window and a new prayer upon the breeze. The day beckons, go forth and have a wonderful rest of the day.