before the sun rises

Before the sun rises

I quiet my soul—

I still myself

as the earth turns—

the stillness,

a sign of my consent

to your presence,

the way you move

always in love and hope.

Before the sun rises

I trust to hope—

your unfinished work,

creation’s perfection,

this new day,

a new time

and new place

to delight in your presence,

to hold your hand,

to embrace you

whom I could never catch.

…………………

before the sun rises

by troy cady

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