morning comes gently, softly singing
light flows—grey shimmer to soft blue
silver moon shines beyond spring blossom
sky ship floats silently, serenely
as — for a moment — time stays still
and my soul breathes deeply
my poem for today...
light flows—grey shimmer to soft blue
silver moon shines beyond spring blossom
sky ship floats silently, serenely
as — for a moment — time stays still
and my soul breathes deeply
my poem for today...
... and my favourite morning hymn [from the Benedictine Nuns of Stanbrook Abbey] | |
-- The day is filled with splendour When God bring light from light, And all renewed creation Rejoices in his sight. The Father gives his children The wonder of the world In which his power and glory Like banners are unfurled. With every living creature, Awaking with the day, We turn to God our Father, Lift up our hearts and pray. …and, finally, 'Goanna waits' So so cold in darkness. Make me so so slow. Sun wake up now. Start to paint sky. Can’t see sun yet. He still crawl on ground. Not time for Goanna to come out yet. Gotta wait. Sun stand up now, make long shadows. Air still cold, Goanna still slow-- gotta wait still. Sun climbing up tree. Air getting warmer. No shadow been on patch of dark bare earth for long time-- Goanna wait. Sun jump into sky. He bake earth-- Good place for goanna-- Heat come down from sun. Heat come up from ground. Goanna go there. …finally, Goanna waits | |