In the hours of first light,
sky soft rose then sherbet orange,
tide returns to the hollows;
seals bark, otters quietly swim,
gulls cry with plaintive voices,
the world new, without flaw.
Geese fly low over the water,
light swells, weaving its mystery,
urging the earth of sea and sky,
the cathedral of beauty, to awaken,
with stained glass of brilliant hue,
wisps of cloud on vaulted ceiling,
gathering all who will
to morning worship.
Reading of “Morning Worship” with music by Gustav Mahler.
Sounds divine
You have gathered me for Morning worship. Beautiful Don!
Thanks for this GLORIOUS POETIC PAINTING, Soul Brother…
Don, a very good one that can warm any heart. Here in the midwest, we enjoy this morning spectacle with robins, cardinals, sparrows, doves, some crows, seagulls, and many joggers. We rush to experience all this before some of our lawyer friends throw an intellectual property claim over the beauty for one of their clients.
A beautiful call to worship in Nature’s cathedral while gazing upon the rose-lit glow of the still waters. Lovely.
“Morning has broken like the First Morning; Blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the Singing; Praise for the Morning;
Praise for them springing fresh from the world … Mine is the Sunlight, Mine is the Morning, Born of the One Light Eden saw play.
Praise with Elation; Praise Every Morning, God’s Recreation of the New Day! (Cat Stevens, 1971)
Don — What a wonderful poem today! The imagery of your verse & the beautiful photo pair very well together. Thanks so much for sharing.
Very nice.