The Sun Rises Like a Morning Prayer
My Red Scarf by Fussel 2112 (photomanipulation from www.deviantart.com)
The Sun,
a morning prayer of thankfulness,
rises from beneath the mountains toward heaven,
to kiss a cloud-tossed sky
and press its warm and golden mouth
to the Beloved’s cheek--one more blessed day.
--Noelle Renee Clearwater (2010)
Eva Cassidy sings “Fields of Gold”
perfect...this stunning glory is the last glimpse into your soul before i go to bed.
ReplyDeletethank you for washing beauty over me...
sweet dreams noelle
Gorgeous image and music, but in particular, a beautiful poem. I'm so glad you're writing poetry again, you have such a gift!
ReplyDeleteThank you, William that is very kind of you.
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