Morning Prayer

As morning breaks

and you arrive, a guest,

into the new day,

offer a gift at her threshold.

Catch the night-bright dreaming

that still flits behind your vision.

Anchor it softly with breath

into the waking day.

Irrigate your thirsting soul,

pouring song into the waters,

whether or river or rain

or tears.

Let robin dawn song pierce your heart,

shining arrow,

cleaving a clear path once more

for joy.

As the soft amber of sunrise

cloaks the swaying tree tops

bare your head to the blessing of rain.