Today
In the softing of the morning
Spirit sings a sweet refrain
Far above the Earthly clatter
Well apart from mortal chatter
Through my being gentling coursing
Filling me with IT again
As I listen to Its keening
Carried light on wings of Grace
Racing here from distant region
Beauty rare and wonders legion
Though I cannot speak ITS meaning
I make haste to match ITS pace
Cats are quiet while I listen
They respect the silent tuning
Spirit sings ITS song to me
Notes from deep transfinity
Light within begins to glisten
With a stirring and a sooning
I hear humming, far off calling
As a distant bell is knelling
There’s an inner gong that’s sounding
Quickly it returns resounding
Sky, truth, love, and day are falling
Whispered wisdom gently telling
In the quiet of this morning there's an otherworldly HUe
I thank IT, I thank him, and I thank you
About the Creator
Paul Merkley
Co-Founder of Seniors Junction, a social enterprise working to prevent seniors isolation. Emeritus professor, U. of Ottawa. Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada. Founder of Tower of Sound Waves. Author of Fiction.
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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