Alamoth for the Flutes

© February 21, 2008 by Norman Stolpe

I sit in silence by a stream
to hear as dusk fades into dark,
safe assurance, fragile flashing
liquid leaping between the rocks.

Solid steady stones containing
the water’s fearless, joyful drop -
translucent praying - sprays and mists
float twig and leaf beyond tree tops.

The shapeless air and water sing
and dance, intone against each cliff,
each boulder to retune the hymn:
Be still and know that I am God.

The Deer of the Dawn

© February 14, 2008 by Norman Stolpe

Saturday morning I savor the silence.
No six o’clock buzzing alarm interrupts
release from rhythm of “evening and morning.”
I hover timeless, awareness awaking.

In this seam between the here and the holy,
unborn generations without boundary
urge and tug me into morning with their song,
reverberate and echo Lauds in endless dawn.