I keep a Mary Oliver collection of poetry beside my recliner. Her work inspires me to find the sacred magic in the ordinary trappings of my life. My goal for this year is to write poems that celebrate this.
Occasionally I wake up early enough to watch the sunrise. No matter how it shows up, I am always filled with awe. Today's poem is about that.
My partner doesn't get up early enough to take photographs of the dawn so I sent out a request for images. I was inundated with beauty. Unfortunately, no one takes pictures of those ordinary mornings when nothing flashy really happens. Yet ultimately, these are my favourite kind, reminding me that all of us are good enough just as we are.
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| Photo by Sheri Stelkia |
daybreak benediction
some mornings
the deep indigo of night
transforms,
fluorescing the horizon
a spectacle of
amethyst, coral and crimson
crowns the sky
some mornings
the dark firmament
cleaves from the earth
crepuscular rays
gild the clouds and hills
in a glory hallelujah
some mornings
there is no fanfare
the stygian sky
just disintegrates
delivering us
into the faded slate
of a new day
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| Photo by Trevor Reeves |
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| Photo by Ron Peace |
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| Photo by Trevor Reeves |
Wow - for both the poem and the photos. Stunning work
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem, gorgeous pictures! One wonders if the nature of the sunrise reflects what happens during the day. I tend to focus on sunsets, as the view from my house of sunsets is better than sunrises.
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