Light

Golden, glowing warmth greets dawn,

sparking our oldest sense

as vastness opens again

in glorious splendor.

 

Brilliant fire and gentleness—

every perfect hue in depth of light or shadow

weaves unique and fleeting tapestry

when clouds reflect the heavens and dewdrops glint like treasure.

 

Morning breathes sweet, fragrant welcome

as myriad plants and creatures awake with purpose;

a symphony arises as all engage the moment

in harmonious presence.

 

Humans who stomp the surface

and disregard these wonders

try to make important

what isn’t.

 

We whine, bicker and fret—

petty, selfish and ignorant—

unfit to share the Glory—

and eons of dawns won’t care.

 

JPTIII 10/31/18

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