Precious rays of morning sun
searing us with beauty.
Shadows soft at dawn
hopes returning.
Remembering that all
is not lost.
The death of nightfall
resurrected in pinks, yellows and blues
Breath, steady, sure
precious.
Light
breathing for the world
day and night
in and out.
Dawn
breathing life
into the death of night.
Dusk
aching mortality
dreams acknowledging
what’s broken.
Calling us to mend
seeking spirits
imparting wisdom
embedding knowing
deep in our bones
deep in our soul.
Painful darkness
healing
the light.
