Dear Diary,
I really like waking at O’ Darkthirty on most days. It gives me a chance to breathe the quiet and settle into my day. A new day that could and will bring anything. Some things expected, some surprises. My goal is to make each one count. I meet each predawn with anticipation and a musing cup (or 3) of coffee.
In the stillness of the morning dark,
Void of the call of any lark,
The trees are silent and waiting.
The day ahead could bring anything.
The quiet air surrounds me.
I am enveloped in what could be.
Before the bustle of the coming day,
I breathe the dark before sun’s ray.
I feel your presence all around me.
I see your face, but unclearly
Intermingled with the truth and pain,
Laced in love and joy within the stain.
I embrace it all to live what’s real,
To grow and die and truly feel.
Striving to be unhampered by
Superficial things that bind and tie.
Dear Diary .... by Kellianne Sweeney 
Comments on: "Before Dawn" (1)
Really enjoyed these reflections – I too love to wake before dawn. I see on your FB page mention of your mom – sending you prayers.