poem for mornings

August 24, 2010 § 2 Comments

bless the eastern edge of the sky
as it rises from the night
bless the light
as I touch it
bless the dark edges of the face
before me between me
and the sun
bless that which I cannot see
bless what the light keeps from me
and bless its unseen watching


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