There is something about the quiet of predawn. I wonder how many others are up and listening to it. Are they hearing it...soft earth whispers and gently sounding birds?
The birds are in warm up mode now...soon the hallelujah bird chorus will greet the day in full throat.
Are there others listening? Other then me?
I like to think so. I like to think there are a few souls that are not drowning out the beginning of another gift day with showers and coffee makers. Just sitting for a bit and listening. The showers and coffee makers will have their turn...just not yet say the Predawn Listeners. Not just yet.
So few things are anymore.
Gratia Dea
Ex Mea Manua In Tua Manua
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