That, in Itself, a Meditation

My best mornings

consist of cuddles and

easing my way into the day

A deep breath in

A deep breath out That, in itself, a meditation

Slipping into silence

but different from the silence of sleep

I pass the sacred space I created

Pausing first - to flick on its light

to prepare its welcome of me

That, in itself, a meditation

Slowly I make my way

to pour a hot cup of coffee or tea

Open the blinds, letting light in

Pet the pup who waits patiently for me

That, in itself, a meditation

My Bible, my journal, my pen

The sacred space I have created welcomes me again

The being still and knowing

isn’t solely in the sitting

but in the pause

in the breath

in the acknowledging

that in Him we live, and move, and have our being (Acts 17:28)

That, in itself, a meditation