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Black Butte Morning

August 26, 2020

Black Butte Morning

By Amba Gale

Allow

the soft tree tops of your body

to welcome the sun in the morning,

to dispel the worries,

to greet you with their glorious

embrace of this new day.

New, as if the sun arising from the horizon

Has just seen the earth for the very first time.

 

Allow

the cool soft morning air

to brush your face,

caressing your skin

with its welcome love.

 

Let

the sound of the wind

brushing the pines

remind you of all those other

golden mornings of splendor

you were blessed by

in other sacred places

In your life.

 

Rest

in the shadows and light brownness

of the sandy tufts of grasses

as they dance

with the breeze

 in a slow and gentle waltz.

 

Be

with the soft and silent power

of the tall ponderosas,

dark brown and golden,

ever still,

in their Presence

welcoming the day,

leading the way

to morning gladness.

Additional Poetry

October 26, 2020

Song of Wonder

Even here,

somewhere in the middle

of these dark days,

somewhere in the middle of this Crossing,

where lives upended stumble

blindly through their days…

October 14, 2020

Where Lake Meets Sky

Look beyond yourself.

Look to the farthest horizon where
lake meets sky.
Even further.

Take
one easy paddle towards that horizon
and notice…

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