Morning
Sunlight touching treetops, Birds awakening. Morning rises after night With a constancy and grace. While politics swirl Conflicts rage, economies teeter Hurricanes roar, Morning dawns over all Without apology or praise But with simple welcoming Of all that is lit By its presence. What kind of love Embraces this wild world With such a welcome? What love is this, that Contains such Darkness and strife When the world Refuses to conform To our demands for Outer peace, And then wraps us In such wonder And grace? Fear, war, starvation, And so much else Are included in the Grace of morning light On a darkened world. In the lights first Touch of a leaf There is something that Embraces all of what we are And includes us In the full circle Of life as it is. We see that we are Something whole And seamless, And perfect.
The heart of each morning Offers with outstretched hands, An expansion, a release Out off our self-made prisons Into a world ruled by a love That excludes nothing, A love we can trust, A love at peace With all things. Even this, and this, and Especially and Whole-heartedly This. by Alice Gardner © 2008 If you wish to explore the above subjects further, visit my blog (where the articles also get posted) and make comments, and/or consider purchasing my book on Amazon.
The book Life Beyond Belief, Everyday Living as Spiritual Practice may also be something that you would like to consider as a holiday gift for the spiritually oriented people in your circle. See the reviews On Amazon, if you would like to consider it. Blessings, as ever, Alice PS-If the formatting of this newsletter is messed up for anyone, please let me know and please tell me what email program you are using to look at it. Thank you. Alice
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