Creation

I have loved the still blue morning, and I have loved the face of a man. In the still blue morning, the sun breaking over the horizon, I feel the force of god’s creation. In the face of a man awakening, I feel the same great stir. I have loved a thousand mornings, each sun the same sun, but distinct in its finery, gold, orange, or white light coming in through the window. I have praised a thousand mornings, the morning dove singing at my ear, the great sun, the face of a man.