Before I write today

Morning Kiss

Beyond the morning!
Sit here in the dew kissed grass
and watch the sunrise that I command.

For me the day does not begin
until I say, "Hello Father and Silent Moon."

I stroll with life and love
in a crazy patchwork quilt
of given and gift and ignorance.

See the brilliance…
Sing the silent song.

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The lantern --
holding now no internal light,
still reflects the first rays of GodShine --
and a glimpse
of my scraggly face.

now I can write ...

papa faucon