BY JULIE BRANDON
Early
I’m an early riser
Started with babies’ cries long ago
Now a time I guard jealously
Cocooned in silence
Bathes my soul in peace
When the noise of life is turned down
And my heart opens to the possibility
Perhaps the Divine will speak to me
And I have not forgotten how to listen
In quiet of the morning hours
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