There is a moment of holy union
just before the sun rises,
just before the day fully wakes,
just before the spark of life ignites.
In the stillness between the exhale
and the birth of the new breath
there is a moment
of holy union.
It is a moment of mystery,
a moment of the undefinable taking on form,
the old mingling with the yet to be,
reaching out for each other in the stillness,
and finding between them
Arising, from the holy union
found in their embrace,
my daily rebirth.