Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Morning Offices

The sunrise                                                                 
seizes me
as I pass by the window.                                             

Long fingers of clouds
stretching across the first light
tinged with dusky peach, saffron, azure 
darker grays in cherubic blue,
a crystal ice blue, colors that have no names
yet, all names of you God.

The slow savor of these prayer
words left on the alters of our unfolding;
your palette spinning the ground
of being.

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