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.
