The morning is white
as if nothing were written
on the tattered parchment,
as if sky awaited
new color, new clouds,
new waves on the ocean,
new trees to break open
in shining green.
All of it new, and you
sitting here with me,
what will we write
on the blank tablet
of the world?
YES! I have always lived for mornings…
Exquisite. A pure, fresh morning hymn.
This says it all for me Don. ‘We’ as I see it, is the whole human race. What is ‘new’ that is longing to come forth from our inherent brilliance, integrity in every facet of Life on Earth. A blank tablet that awaits our intuition, imagination, perspective, Love, our new way of SEEING . . . EVERYTHING!
It’s up to us isn’t it!!
We shall write inspiring invitations to drop all the judgement about yesterday. We have Now and if we find agreement, we will allow the future to reflect our love, Now.
Don, you express optimism well, and, even more, the gift of it. Thank you.
That is the question: what SHALL we write? A more important question, I cannot imagine…….
nicely done as usual Don. I’ve been in New Zealand the last couple of months and have enjoyed all your poems. Hope to cross paths soon.
Beautiful!
Welcome….
pen or pencil?
‘all of it new’, YES, ALL of it. A Fresh Opportunity, This Moment, Now, to Create Together………
“Lord, I thank you every day for new paper and new writing instrument. I hold them, and my hand is yours.”
“and you
sitting here with me
what will we write”
Exquisite, simple, radiant meditation, extending an open invitation to participate in the Creation of this newly dawning day.
Thanks Don
There is always so much possibility