Worldly Mornings

Touch of Morning

Light cascades into my hand,

As the sun begins ascending into view,

And my fingers meet the touch of morning...

As tides roll up the sandy beach each morning,

A family of rocks are met with the fluid greeting of passing waves,

Soft waves that prove the morality of rock's strength...

When light first exposes morning on the lake,

Fog is caught climbing on water and air,

Giving breathe to a new scene entirely...

Wind clears a path through cloudy sky,

For sun to rise through the hills,

As water reflects its bending light...

The waves rejoice as a long night ends,

She rises again to warm their crests,

Before they come to rest below the sandy dunes...

A burning night has faded,

Allowing rays of spirit to make their descent,

Coming together in a concerto of morning light...