May Breakfast Swiftly Come

This is the kind of morning that goes on a possible endless drone. We are 10 minutes late already and there is not a shadow awake. After all, we knocked out past 2am. We all need 8 hours of sleep, but lately my discipline got me sleeping less on work days.

This is the kind of morning where you feel like it's the first day of the rest of your life. Cliche or bullshit you might wanna call it. Last night had such a powerful effect on me just listening to the stories of these young men - the man I was, not too long ago. The heartaches, frustrations and restlessness was once the burden I had on my shoulder. The world weighing in and uncovering sand knee deep. Or so it seemed.

This is the kind of morning that makes me think about the times past and the regrets I felt just 24 hours ago in the light of his kingdom come. A mustard seed waiting, growing and becoming the promise. I feel like that today. My potential so clearly spelt out before me. Have I come such a long way?

This is the kind of morning where I wake up feeling a sense of burden - for people, for the ones I have in proximity. This joy knowing that divine doors are opening into the hearts of the next generation. The opportunity to be the witness of mutiple dreams piece-ing themselves together. That after taste in my mouth still so sweet of yester-youth now becoming the balm of Gilead. Maybe this is growing old. Maybe this is where it starts to hurt once again. Only this time there are wings.

Come fly with me and sing this freedom song.