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Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Morning Letter for You



Squinting into the angelic morning, blazing white with promise, a distant dog speaks his mind, as birds trill from camouflaged nests, and the steam rises off my coffee like a smoldering black puddle, rousing my misty spirit.

Funny how each day presents itself to us as though it were something new…an unopened letter from life delivered bedside, intended for your eyes alone, as millions of previous mornings are wiped clean like fingerprints from a crime scene.

Each day billions of souls see themselves as a world within a world, the all important protagonists of a literary novel, alone, yet surrounded by minor characters, whose influence varies like the measure of light at any given sunrise.

Perhaps a banished cave man once sat where I sit this morning, although by a tree rather than on a sunny lanai, and he thought with hieroglyphic images of his lost importance in the world as he gazed into the blond morning light, and wondered at his existence.

We are so aware of ourselves on this physical plane, as hunger drives us to feed, love, with her juicy suggestions and endless yearnings, seduces us to multiply, and then there is pain with its pointy fingers, poking and puncturing our most tender places, reminding us that we are temporary.

We’ve so much to do, kicking off the morning covers and running into ourselves on our way out, spinning like a globe on an axis of our own making. It is today again, and time…for another cup of coffee.








10 comments:

Chris said...

This was beautiful. I needed it this morning. Thank you.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank You Chris, Glad it helped;)

Abhisek said...

WOW Leah...your words are magic.Really enjoyed reading every line of the post.Following via gfc now. :)

Leah Griffith said...

Thanks so much Abhisek, I am thrilled that you enjoyed the post and am also following you.

JANU said...

This is more of a poetry....love every word that has flowed effortlessly, full of imagery making me want to drink coffee.

Leah Griffith said...

Hi Janu, Thanks for stopping by. I do tend to wax poetic from time to time, mornings and coffee tend to bring it out in me;)

Angel Eyes said...

Baeutifully written, I tried to follow you having trouble with google grrrr... This is Lisa from facebook I have the juicing blog lol

Leah Griffith said...

Hi Lisa, Thank you. Yeah, it's sometimes a bear trying to figure out how to follow. Just use your email as username and create a pass word. Thank you for stopping by.

Cathy said...

Beautiful and evocative. And just the ticket for clearing my head still foggy with the chaos of a midnight visit from a bat in the house, and the strange, unfinished dream of one leg longer than the other ...

Leah Griffith said...

The vision of you getting dive bombed by a bat! LOL!! Sorry;) Bats are soooo creepy scary. Yikes. Now the short leg dream...hmmm one could have some fun interpreting that one. *grin It's no wonder that you are a writer.

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