Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Sunday evening, August 12 Twilight, which is about sky, high above shadows, light beyond tears. Water, which is no color at all, reflecting sky, twilight sky. I, in the shadows, with shallow Breath, damp weight and wooly sweater. Lift me to sky and I will sing. Calm me as water, I will sleep. Morning prayer Morning sky, smooth and blue, Make me more like you, Clear and mild, like a child, Trusting what is true. Bugs and birds, gentle sound, Heard, not to be found, Chirping out, sing and shout, God is all around. Trees so tall and so old Straight and bent have told Reaching high into sky Peace and calm enfold. Water spread vast and wide Touching sky on every side Here on land, understand I am mystified.