Poem: Morning

by Alice Gardner

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Morning

Sunlight touching treetops,

Birds awakening…

Morning rises after night

With a constancy and grace.

While politics swirl

Conflicts rage, economies teeter

Hurricanes roar,

Morning dawns over all

Without apology or praise

But with simple welcoming

Of all that is lit

By its presence.

What kind of love

Embraces this wild world

With such a welcome?

What love is this, that

Contains such

Darkness and strife

When the world

Refuses to conform

To our demands for

Outer peace,

And then wraps us

In such wonder

And grace?

Fear, war, starvation,

And so much else

Are included in the

Grace of morning light

On a darkened world.

In the light’s first

Touch of a leaf

There is something that

Embraces all of what we are

And includes us

In the full circle

Of life as it is.

We see that we are

Something whole

And seamless,

And perfect.

The heart of each morning

Offers with outstretched hands,

An expansion, a release

Out off our self-made prisons

Into a world ruled by a love

That excludes nothing,

A love we can trust,

A love at peace

With all things.

Even this, and this, and

Especially and

Whole-heartedly

This.

by Alice Gardner © 2008

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