Peace of the morning

Morning is peace, for me.  I find the quietest time of the day, before the sun thrusts its beams upon my earth and soul, not to be a time of darkness.  Rather, I find it to be the brightest time of the day for me.  A time when all is clear and my soul is not divided by the harried life I wallow through.  I find it to be the time of day the light of my heart and soul shines and sings aloud.  I awaken.  I am grateful.  I am alive.