I walk slowly through the morning …
Adagio.
Otherwise, I must run and,
Though running is good,
It is not …
Now.
Now is slow …
Like snow … flakes falling,
So my falling thoughts …
Heaven sent must have a place to fall
Upon.
Fall on me, thoughts and words
of Heaven as I wait
in Adagio,
Moving,
Yet slowly.

I rise early to move slowly so that when the time comes to run,

I will be ready and …
Have somewhere to go!