Morning Benediction

On the slate of morning I write my day
Inscribed with simple symbols
That cast the spell
I close my eyes and breathe the trees
I suck the day into my bones and integrate
Yet knowing it is all an extension of myself
My senses stretch and feel
The melody played upon the strings of morning
I hold still for a moment in eternity
As my dreams entwine
And flow through its timelessness
Deep pools of thought gather at my feet
And rise to give me drink
I rise on the swelling tide
And reach unto the horizons
On this new day
In the continuing search
For something so long lost
Among the wastes
And feel into endlessness
For that which I know is
There in plain view
Something I hid from myself
Beyond time
And I know
When I grow
Wise enough
It will show
Until then I will know
that I am the morning
in all its glory and
promise

LD Sledge