The water lays still, unmoving
in the sweet interval between dark
and first light, the cool air settled
without dawn’s draft of warmth
to raise the early breeze.
In that quiet space
the heart lays open and still
feeling the movement toward light
resting in the rich vein of silence
calmly reaching into the depth
while across the sea only peace.
Dawn in the desert
One can hear the scritching of small dry-bred creatures hurrying home.
The stone fountain was a gift we joyously set up last night.
Today, filled with water bubbling over it’s square sides
I listen to the unusual music of moisture.
And find echoing wetness of gratitude in my eyes.
love the image of the “rich vein of silence”
All is quiet in the stillness of dawn when human hearts slumber. This is a rich time for reflection. This is lovely, Don!
Beautiful, simply beautiful.
Thanks for your many gifts of Joy in this man’s Heart.