© 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.
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