Grace and Peace to you.
Spirit, you hover over my water.
In morning darkness you breathe in
and the Word is gathered
from before time.
I am gathered from the universe.
I am made of your desire.
You breathe out and I become myself,
spoken into this day.
Like mist lifting off the silver river
I rise into your morning,
my purpose always, like the sun
ascending, just now disclosed.
The curtain parts, the sky opens.
The world is blank and beckoning.
Naked, unsolved, still condensing,
I get up from my umbilical prayers.
Can I let this beginning unfold
each moment today, each moment?
An egret swims up through the silence
above the water.
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