Ann Keiffer

Morning Comes

I awake in early light
with the sun not yet up.
But already it calls to me
from the other side
of the mountains.

Hazily backlit
at this early hour,
the mountains appear
like an undulating
cutout of gray-purple paper
extending across
the entire horizon.

I watch, waiting.
And then, suddenly,
over the summit,
all at once,
the sun explodes
into full view,
its light raying out
in all directions.

I flood to the
brim with amen.
My cup runneth over,
simply being here
to receive this day’s

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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