The Faithful Sun
The faithful sun rose in the eastern sky
Slowly over the swamp and the mist on the water
Bringing the breeze that whispers through the cattails
And the dew-covered grass…
The sound of wing-slapped water as geese rise in flight
They call out with a symphony of voices
Welcoming the morning
Everywhere I look is teeming with life
Beauty
And Solitude…
The cry of the red-tailed hawk
The chiding crows
The heron stalking its prey…
Everything I see overwhelms me
Until it wells up in my eyes with gratitude
Until it fills my heart with hope…
You must look if you hope to see
Listen if you hope to hear
Sit in silence if you hope to understand
Empty yourself if you would be filled…
To be bathed in the landscape of Grace
Where your truth awaits
As one with all creation…
All of this birthed in me
As the essence of the Love of God
All things seen and unseen
As the sun bursts into my being…
Until the very light I sought to see
Blinds me with its brilliance
Transforming with mercy
Uniting me with its fragile beauty…
The preciousness of this fleeting moment
Shines in the reflections of the morning sun
On the surface of my soul…
I bow my heart before the artist!
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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