Good morning, we who gather in the light—
the galaxies have woven us this bright
and shimmering wonder across the sky,
as opalescent ribbons drift on by.
We rise within a lattice spun of pearl,
where radiant frequencies begin to swirl—
the cosmos hums a melody for us,
and everything becomes more luminous.
We move through veils of iridescent glow,
where starlit currents guide us as we go—
the universe is opening its wings,
and we are swept along with all it brings.
We're carried now on wavelengths made of grace,
each moment blooming into open space—
the morning lifts us forward, warm and clear,
and everything we need is already here.
So step into this day the stars have spun,
with all the shimmer of what we've become—
we go now, glowing, into what's ahead,
with cosmic gladness weaving the thread.