I open my window to the waking sky
birds in conversation fill pockets of silence
purples and oranges and azure streak
and blend across horizon’s line
the night has passed once again
how could I ever doubt You?
Tag Archives: morning
Chasing the Moon
I chased the moon
in the morning air
one day past its fullA ghost of itself
transparent hung
against a too
cool blue skyI know her sadness
staying too late
gone is her ebon fieldHe slipped away
when I was gone
to pray, dissolved
in sun’s rising
