Published with permission. Read more of Daryl’s poems on his site.
A blessing of rising
Of prayer to subsist
One to fall into
A morning of mist
A statement of faith
To give up control
To dwell in unseen
Food for the soul
The comforting Presence
Of silence is found
Easy the knowing
The Spirit surrounds
A palette of offer
To contemplate
The dwelling within
Your being so great
Very nice. During our retreat we found ourselves rising early each day and going out on the decks to photograph the coming of each new day. On Sunday morning the dew had frozen and Brother Thom slid into the rising sun rather than striding into it.
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Luckily God caught me, as He always does before I needed a new hip.
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