Golden Beams

Golden beams lovingly reach through the leaves and beckon me to hop on; so far away is the day star yet so personal, this dawn to find me here among the birds before the day's bustle begins, as I walk to pacify the restlessness within. Soon the light will flood the day, cast down over … Continue reading Golden Beams

When the World is Still

When the world is still, when predawn so subtly changes the sky in the same unrushed manner as the return of open eyes,   I thrive.   Only the birds are lively, but their cheerful news I entertain; through the open windows, they chirp tidings using my name.   Sun rises in splendor just for … Continue reading When the World is Still