4:20am
I woke, peered out the sliding glass door into gunmetal
haze and recited the Our Father, for that’s what I do.
Upon reaching ‘give us this day’ a tiny pinprick of flame
flashed twice on the mountain, the headlights of someone
headed down at that ungodly hour, two crumbs cast upon
the surface of the daily, morse code for ‘you are not alone.’
Briefly reassured I kept til the ‘amen’ then took my seat as
the kingdom came on earth, one more time. That’s what it does.
How is it possible to wake at 4:20 a.m.? Happy for you that you can manage this and be functional. I, on the other hand, would not even be able to focus well enough to see those headlights, let alone think such glorious thoughts about them. Thanks for this.
Diana, 4:20am is possible, but usually by 9:20pm I’m toast.
I adored this. You put into words my favorite of day…daybreak that is. Not 4:20. I’m an early riser but i’m more the 5:10 variety. Thanks
Thanks, Jamie…great to hear from you!
Never mind Diana. She’s retired!
personally, I love that time of morning. Although I rarely see headlights coming my way. can only mean trouble.
Great reflection
“Never mind Diana??” Thanks so much, friend. :>) And even when I was gainfully employed, I was seldom awake at that hour. Except for that one job that required it once in a while….and then I saw LOTS of headlights coming at me.
I’d be snoozing, too, Diana. On those rare mornings when I wake before the sun rises, I realize all that I’m missing — evidence of thy kingdom come. (Great post, John.)
Thanks for stopping by, David.
Jennifer, there’s a quality to those pre-dawn moments that is always surprising…thanks for taking the time to comment.