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The light peeks through my cream colored blinders beckoning me to start this Sunday morning.

Let me sleep longer – I toss and turn – using the blanket as my shield.

But no the light – the light keeps getting brighter.

And that’s a lot like how an epiphany begins,

it twinkles and turns catching your eye..

Before its full blown illuminating your life.

Try to ignore it you might,

but eventually.

And I promise eventually,

You’ll give into the light.