your Spirit hovers over the brink of the day

[Gabrielle Dean]

In the silence of the early morning

your Spirit hovers over the brink of the day

and new light pierces the darkness of the night.

In the silence of the morning

life begins to stir around me.

I listen for utterances of your love, O God.

 

John Philip Newell Celtic Benediction

OK, so it’s really a pic of the sunset last night, but I can imagine a sunrise looking similar (if I was ever up that early), and I love the prayer, the beautiful Spirit hovering lovingly over the beginning of each day. 

Second pic is early morning  - "If I take the wings of the morning”.