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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