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The point of this exercise is to walk the stepping stones of gold light from the sunrise, to let gold infuse one's bones with faith to walk on shards of light without submerging back to night. The sun has crept up behind a wall of cloud to convey an eye peeking through a blind, a line of sight to belay the boat that might today set sail to take me where it cannot fail. So I imagine taking my first step like Saint Peter or like a toddler making a move to walk and teeter toward the thrill of waking words and a murmuration of birds. So the sunrise charts my path and the oracle of days frees me from the risk of wrath, assures me of breezy ways singing my sails towards the sea to a new world awaiting me.
The point of this exercise is to walk the stepping stones of gold light from the sunrise, to let gold infuse one's bones with faith to walk on shards of light without submerging back to night. The sun has crept up behind a wall of cloud to convey an eye peeking through a blind, a line of sight to belay the boat that might today set sail to take me where it cannot fail. So I imagine taking my first step like Saint Peter or like a toddler making a move to walk and teeter toward the thrill of waking words and a murmuration of birds. So the sunrise charts my path and the oracle of days frees me from the risk of wrath, assures me of breezy ways singing my sails towards the sea to a new world awaiting me.