At sunup, a line of geese
feed on the ebbing sea,
soaked in light.
With each new day
of God’s imagination
woven with awe,
I lay an offering
of pilgrim praise
upon the earth altar.
Bowing to the eternal
like a lone goose
in boundless beauty,
I savor the tide.
Reading of “Savor the Tide” with music by Norm Smookler.
Don, a lovely poem today with a lovely thought.
Sweet!
Pilgrim praise upon the Earth Altar: What a privileged offering with which to greet each new day. Light-soaked at sunup, we savor the tide.
Don — Ditto what Bro Figel said. Mike
Here along the Front Range in Colorado, this autumn is truly a time of savoring the natural world, so full of golden leaves, bright blue skies, breezes portending change. Thank you, fellow pilgrim, for your insights as we travel through this world.
The rhythm of the tide reflects the rhythm of the Universe.