This Morning

Morning Morning

glory

that is I’ve

heard on

high….

echoes of

this

distance -

perhaps

a

lull-a-bye…

of this

quiet

nothing

the breath

I take

once more -

drifting in

this morning

space -

a moment

oh so near

but i

heard

you speak

in this crevice

before I

could

fully wake…

Grateful

for the

sacred space

to

dawn

we

pray

once

more

Amen.