some mornings
we see the same sunrise
the fifteen-year-old
on his way to school
the thirteen-year-old
as he bounds into the room
my beloved from where she sits with the cat
in her cozy morning chair
some mornings
we see the same sunrise
the ripples of cloud
layered in new light
of pink and rose and white
catch our eye
and absorb our attentions
if even for a fleeting moment
some mornings
we see the same sunrise
a common view
accompanied by a unison awe
that the day is indeed new
and so are the possibilities
that with hopes renewed
life too can be brighter
some mornings
we see the same sunrise
and it dawns on us
that we are all family
children of God
who are seen and beloved
by the Maker
who makes us one
some mornings
we see the same sunrise
and not us alone
but you too
for it rises for all
even when unnoticed
to shine on
with light and promise
Holy Encounter 