A Morning That Knows Our Name

Morning arrives without instruction,
just light touching the edges of our worries.
I am learning that growth is quiet—
it hums beneath the noise of doubt,
it survives even when faith feels thin.
Somewhere between yesterday’s scars
and tomorrow’s hopes,
we are still becoming.
If this finds you tired, pause.
If it finds you hopeful, hold on.
The journey is listening,
and it knows your name.