She calls to me, does infant dawn. The break of day is the night time’s spawn…born of the dew and misty air. A fresh beginning to mark new starts and break the toils of yesterday.
I try to pledge to mornings fair, to dedicate anew my efforts, my intentions and attention. I offer a fresh round of plea and prayer, of attitude grown ragged by the harsher moments from the day before.
But mostly, I embrace the sunrise with a grateful knowing that God had plans for me again and let me wake, let me ponder and and asked of me to honor my gift here. To effect a positive air with these words and a chance that I might extend his intention to heal the good souls, and even the bad…
And I answer his calling once more as your humble scribe……And I thank God for offering me another day to make my way and hopefully make a difference…Happy Wednesday all…Matthew
Matthew Lyle Landsman 
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