Just now peering through the trees,
the first light of morning gold
breaks the shadow times of night.
Before the light grows stronger
awakening the morning creatures,
I wonder at the ‘oh so silent still’.
In these moments of calm morning air,
and daylights not yet broken
I pause to breathe the tranquil space.
For soon the chitterings of waking birds,
will chorus in the morning’s songs
as night’s shade fades away.
The promise of another day’s dawning
as morning stretches
to embrace the once cold and darkened night.
Morning’s songs now fully sung
have ushered in the dawn,
and morning light now fills the sky.
The setting sun of yesterday,
keeping promises through the night,
shining now a new day has begun.
Bhante n. Kassapa
2 responses so far ↓
1 Bama // Mar 31, 2008 at 1:26 pm
Thank you for your beautiful poetry and generous spirit.
2 Bhante n. Kassapa Bhikkhu // Mar 31, 2008 at 3:16 pm
Bama,
Thank you for taking the moment to share your thoughts. Many Blessings.
Bhante K.
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