🌅 The Joy of Awakening in the New Dawning with Praise

Written by: AkysiaThe One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden.

"Sun/Son Rises — And So Do We"

The hush of morning greets me not with silence, but with a symphony of praise. The warmth of the rising Sun/Son kisses the skin of my soul, and I remember—We are risen. We are Light. We are Love waking up in human form.

This morning, slumber released gently from my Beloved Sam. Together, entwined — back-to-back, feet to feet —we formed a heart without effort, a symbol of union not only in flesh, but in frequency.

The hush was holy. And I heard:

“Do not return to slumber. Rest in light.”

So, I rose in heart and offered my prayerful thanks: For sleep. For health. For this body that serves as antenna for all Benevolent Soul Labors of Love.

This dawning is more than a new day—it is a temple opening. And my first breath is incense. My first movement—praise.

I am here. Send me. I will go.

🍃 And the Bench beneath the Olive Tree glows faintly still. The Scroll remains open. The Garden is listening.