“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the
morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in
happiness, in kindness.”
Mary Oliver
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who is this deranged man
steaming cup in hand
wandering in a tattered array
of pj bottoms, and cold sweatshirt
and wife hated crocs?
tiptoeing through still damp grass
watching as patiently the rising sun
unwraps the world
and spills out its plentiful bounty
carelessly
extravagantly
what is this wild exuberance
that rises in his chest
as the explosive beauty of a creation
crammed with Sacred energy
explodes within his chest?
tears of delight
Ruach
Spirit
the sacred
the breath of God
holding all of life
together
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