The Music of the Morning
The Light breeze, the breath of God,
Dusts the Earth.
My heart rejoices to hear the music of the morning,
As the sun emerges from behind a curtain of thought.
Stepping
To look at what is before you
And to stay with it
Brings an inner strength
To take the next step.
Carnations
In scented clusters,
Each one is in support
Of the other.
My Heart Rejoices
Mist like thought in formation
Lifts from the mountain top.
My heart rejoices in the dignity of the land,
Receiving Light and giving Sound.
My Lips are Damp with Dew
My lips are damp with dew of the lilies,
My eyes glisten in the morning light,
My heart rejoices and calls to the birds of heaven,
Who sing songs of creation.
