Poem: Sacred Mornings

Sacred Mornings

Glance into the distance

Grace of a mountain

Standing in morning rose glow

Fresh air, moved by a light breeze

Moon greeting, she’s soon to say good night

The falcon salutes

The first sunrays of another sacred day

Listen to the movements within and without

Thoughts passing, birds singing

Birds singing, thoughts passing

Boundaries dissolve

As the mist above the freshwater lake

Sing the song of Love with every breath

Thy morning

She is sacred

Honored in the presence of our neighbors. Male Falcon of St. Magdalen

Messenger of majesty.