First Light

The closing door on the Lantern of Dawn
catches in swing a reflection of the first wink
of EverLight prancing through the trees --
and I pray ...


Good Morning

Good morning my Lord.
I am not sure anyone else is up at this enchanting hour.
Part of my mind, most certainly, is still comfortably abed,
though some annoying itch of back and spirit and churning thought
did turn me out for some purpose or answer to which I am led.

Good morning my Lord!
Did I forget to pause in secret smile at our entwining jest
at life's insurmountable hills that pave to flowered, guiding paths?
Did I give thanks for the caressing brush of humanity's gift
from bread and wine and Passion, to feed my Community quest?

Lord, Lord, good morning.
Oh, where to start on this day's work, community with the earth?
Perhaps to break a couple of eggs - baconed potatoes O'brien?
Perhaps settle first in centered prayer within my fountain's grasp?
Or should fragile eggs of past encased thoughts be broken in rebirth?

My Lord, 'tis morning!
Those can wait, I do believe, for there is a kitten on my sill.
Some close watched birds are chirping in alarm, while others only laugh
in twittered symphony of true community where each has a voice --
unique song, yet in common bond to instruct of impassioned will.

Good job, my Lord.

papa