I’m up early for the hour of quiet
when the awakened earth softly steps
into the garden of becoming.
Sunlight touches the sea,
trees drink deep in the forest
and I sip on the cup of peace
offered to each searching soul
who rises with the dawn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “Cup of Peace” with music by Aaron Copland

 

 

9 Responses

  1. Don: I happened to be up at 4am to take visiting family to PDX. So I got to sit on deck during daybreak with a forested view of Mt Hood. Your poem succinctly captures my experience. Very lovely poem! Thanks

  2. Don, in addition to liking your friend Thomas’ response, I notice and applaud the recent focus on peace. May all of us make that our focus. Thank you.

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