On the way to breakfast

do you ever sing or whistle as you prance along?

MORNING SONG

Good morning sun, -- olde man divine,
light our souls with passion that we may see,
that your measured pulsing pace does not bind,
but challenges time’s chaos to set me free.

Behold the sunrise in each saddened face.
Pray reflect life’s love joy to shadowed fears.
Teach bright flowers to sing to troubled clouds.
Ensnare rainbow dreams from yesterday’s tears.

Yes, shout huzzah to greet this rebirth day.
Display my footprints in the yearning dew.
Join the Silver Mistress in timeless light,
that this song can my Covenant renew.

papa