The Morning Vigil
Words by: Humble Love
There is a fragile line between the beauty of a morning awakening and the sudden weight of the world. At 4 AM, the earth moves in a quiet, predictable rhythm—the birds begin their songs, the chickens call to the dawn, and the cool air brings a brief sense of renewal. But sometimes, a single step on a morning walk brings us face-to-face with a stillness we didn’t ask to carry.
Passing by an open field today, the morning rhythm fractured. I met a mother horse standing a silent, heartbreaking vigil over her young foal, lost to a quick, sudden fumble. It is a heavy thing to carry a life for so long, only to watch it slip away at the finish.
Let this space hold a moment of pause for the transitions that hurt, the grief that remains unspoken, and the strength it takes to keep walking.
