Burn off the maelstrom and sit quiet with the morning. Let the light tell you what kind of day the day has; Does it wake sour and grey or break open, Shower the world with brilliance, warm sunshine, Bring life and majesty to every surface touched. The Designer sees that the work is done, gray or not— but what majesty when the sky is miles of blue. Then the Master’s work is fully on display. If only these iron sheets weren’t so heavy. Only a hero can throw them off and charge into the battle of life, seizing the crown of being awed. Spring thee from thy slumber! Heroine or hero, snatch your sword and shield and to battle in a world of indifference. The fight will not be easy or short, but nothing worth doing ever is. What it will be is glory. And glory changes you. So, let this small moment be the first step, the one that hurts, just a little. But then, awe and wonder let you become. That you change into the person you need to be, into the person the world needs.