If morning were all day and filtered into evening
I may be a little different.
Morning still
My maybe might be sure.
My perhaps would be probably.
I’d be more apt to linger, content in unfolding of day.
My “No’s” might be more steady.
My “Yes’s” more enthused.
My failures be more misunderstandings than mistakes.
If morning lingered longer
I’d wear the color of patience on my smile.
Subtle, pretty and just a hint of shine like a peachy lip
My pauses be more often, intentional in exchange
My words more heart than hurry.
Mornings like today, moved more slowly towards task and rested in time for contemplation.
The sky was more dusk than dawn.
Rain coming, not here yet.
Questioning the time of day…is it earlier than I thought?
Could I have a little more early morn?
Oh, good! Thank you Lord, for mornings lasting longer.
The sky reflective of rest, not at all impatient to commence.
Patient, satisfied and content for whatever may be.
Oh, to the linger a little longer in the mindfulness of morning time.
Thus, prepared for the unfolding of day.
“Restlessness and impatience change nothing except our peace and joy. Peace does not dwell in outward things, but in the heart prepared to wait trustfully and quietly on him who has all things safely in his hands.” Elisabeth Elliot
Lisa Anne Tindal 
I, too, love mornings. Beautifully written.
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