What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
My feet hit the floor.
My knees to the ground.
My fingers clasped tightly.
My voice whispers “how.”
My legs find their footing.
My arms in a sleeve.
My breakfast is waiting.
My book opened to read.
My friends are all in it.
My shout is the way.
My meeting starts early.
My first one today.
My watch is ticking.
My hours, twenty four.
My first thought is love.
My sickness, no more.
My knees to the ground.
My fingers clasped tightly.
My emotions are with me.
The spirit I’ve found.
Francis Erich McElroy 