Slender light slips dim and slow through the window.
Darkness still clings to the corners while tea steeps.
Candlelight flickers on the kitchen table in honor of the
thin space of heaven’s portals between dark and dawn.
Cold rises from floor tiles, seeps around window panes carrying the scent unique to crisp winter air.
Socks layered within slippers.
Sweater layered over flannels.
A scarf too, in a cozy loop around my neck.
I stand at the window,
a small witness to the new day’s splendor.
A singular heart’s praise for the persistent majesty
of God's cosmic order.