When the earliest light
touches my face,
I wake
to black pine branches against
the palest, palest grey-blue.
Morning has come
and I am called to rise and
find my way
in this always losing
and receiving world.
Morning Light
Tag: lake
By the Light of my Digital Devices
By the light of my digital devices,
I wander in darkened rooms.
This world is too much with me,
early and late:
I twist and turn, whirling.
I go to the lake
with its hint of wilderness.
Despite landscaped edges,
the lake shifts and breathes:
womb of potent Mystery:
Stillness in sunshine,
quiet under clouds,
watchfulness in wind,
release in rain:
Peace, - I settle and ease.
Credo in Youth and Age
Written in my mid-twenties
Written in my late seventies
Credo 2
I have lived long enough
to understand
I will die;
I choose
to delight
in moments
of bright joy.
In the early morning light
I surrender
to the glory of June.
In the morning breeze
branches move and sway
while their shadows
dance
in the sunlight.
In the quiet of solitude
I am
alive.
Enough
By the midnight fluorescent flickering I wander bemusedly searching for a meaningful question in this empty time. The rain sweet breeze blows in the open window and, as I breath, my heart loosens, throbs, hesitates, yearning to warm and accept the dark otherness with its questions without answers. I am pulled to the dark lake And the windblown moment: And now is enough.
Learning Living 