[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery: Morning

[Riantee Rand]

       Morning
>  
> Open your eyes
> says the early morning sun,
> time to wake up!
>  
> Eyes won’t open
> sooooo tired!
> One foot painstakingly out of bed,
> then the other reluctantly following,
> sooooo tired. . .
>  
> To the sink,
> make coffee,
> sooooo tired. . .
> pile of dishes,
> will never see the end,
> sooooo cold. . .
> build a fire,
> thank God there is kindling,
> look up for a match. . .
>  
>                         *******
>  
> A rose in a vase on the mantelpiece
> has gently surrendered its petals
> to the wood slab,
> petals like so many smiles
> that land on my face.
>  
> On a low table a shaft of sun
> alive with  celestial motes
> splits the room aslant
> and lights up a bowl of lemons;
> a golden greeting.
>  
> The fire started easily now crackles,
> the sink calls me with open arms,
> warm water runs down my hands as a divine blessing,
> each plate suddenly shines,
> like a friendly salute to the morning,
> each fork, each knife, each spoon,
> acknowledge our affectionate association,
> each cup I touch
> was shaped by a friendly hand to contain my joy,
> everything I touch
> has a name in heaven. . .
> smiles,
> smiles all around.
>  
> Out of the window
> I hear the song of the lover bird
> calling in the Summer with a benediction,
> and I bless this day with all my heart.
>  
> Right now
> it’s heaven on earth doing last night dishes
> as the early morning sun assures me
> that all is always absolutely perfect;
> there can be no mistakes
> in all of creation!

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