Morning Draught
From the deep earth well sunk in the bedrock of origin, I draw my morning draught, rich with the minerals of tree root and starlight.
April 26, 2026
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From the deep earth well sunk in the bedrock of origin, I draw my morning draught, rich with the minerals of tree root and starlight.
Clouded as gray skies, my thoughts held captive by the city’s grind of noise and glaring light, I turn to the inner chapel, hymnals worn
As if we understood, the stars sing their ancient melody, while the moon keeps her soft vigil, faithful in love. Our desires gently laid aside,
Easter 2026 The days lengthen with morning light, as plum tree flowers, risen from root beneath the city street, assure the faithful life will not