Some sacred moment broke through the dawn,
in the early morning light, wrapping all in its dew kissed splendor.
Waking with freshness the earth and each weary traveler.
Deeply breathing in the scent of earth, grass, tree.
Some holy moment has touched our lives,
bringing us to the touch of God in our days.
We just are offered it freely in our wanderings.
The awareness has to be our own.
Can we see the sacred, holy ground
we are sometimes privileged to stand on?
Breath deeply of the Spirit stirring on the breeze
and know we have taken in blessing.