
This morning I woke and everything was new.
My skin glimmered as if the sun had chosen it first.
I cannot say how it came,
but I know it was sent from Heaven.
On my table rests a jar of honey
and the air itself tastes sweet.
Every thought is bright,
every word a soft note in a golden song.
A gentle strength moves within me,
and I have entered a new agreement of joy.
Something new.
All things new.
The same destiny,
but different companions for the journey.
One constant remains,
God, the Author of it all.



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