It’s morning after the night before.

The heavy smothering fog is giving way to the dew tickling my toes. The crickets and birds meld with the crashes and bangs, with the hustle and bustle of a city eager to get the new work week over with already.

God takes a moment to smile at me in the twilight, and promises new sunlight just over the horizon. Freeing my mind, I stop to see that the world is exactly as it should be, and will carry on just fine if I don’t worry about things going badly.

I stop and “let the lover be” * me for a change. I get to share Her tears of joy and forgiveness. Especially when She cries through me.

*Thank you Coleman Barks for interpreting a mad genius.