Some words arrive like a hand on the shoulder—steadying, soft, unforced. This poem has lingered with me in that way.
It isn’t mine, but it has spoken to me in seasons when I needed a reminder to pause, return, or soften.

I’m sharing it here not as an answer, but as an invitation.
May it meet you gently, wherever you are.

All we need is the morning.

As long as there is sunrise,

then there is the possibility

that we can face all of our misfortunes,

celebrate all our blessings,

and live all our endeavors as human beings.

Spirituality is something that has become

necessary in these troubled times.

Yet it is inherently superfluous.

We need it to remind ourselves,

to bolster ourselves,

to integrate ourselves,

to fulfill ourselves.

If we could simply acknowledge

the mystery of night

and the glory of morning,

we would need neither civilization nor spirituality.

At its simplest, life begins with dawn.

That is blessing enough.

All else becomes fullness immeasurable.

At dawn, kneel down and give thanks

for this wonderful event.

We may think mornings are so common

they are unworthy of veneration,

but do you realize most places in the cosmos

do not have mornings?

This daily event is our supreme goodness.

Greet the dawn.

That is your miracle to witness.

That is the ultimate beauty.

That is sacredness.

That is your gift from heaven.

That is your omen of prophesy.

That is knowledge that life is not futile.

That is enlightenment.

That is your meaning in life.

That is your directive.

That is your comfort.

That is the solemnity of duty.

That is inspiration for compassion.

That is the light of the ultimate.

- Deng Ming-Dao