Tag Archives: Dawn

The Altar of Dawn

“I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Waves of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.”
-John O’Donohue

Dawn

“dawn peeks her head
over the horizon softly sweetly
like a child playing peek-a-boo
her smile shimmers warmly
all across the land, cascading
through the branches of trees
across the lakes and streams
glittering like jewels on the petals
of flowers as dew drops cling
to the coming of yet another chance
to embrace one another, love
one another, be kind to yet
another person who longs
for a smile, a hug, a willing ear,
someone dear
yes, dawn is smiling on us
from up above, loving us
with kindness and warmth
giving us this day to
work and play
oh what a beautiful way
to greet the new day ❤
-Michael Traveler from “morning song”

Creation’s Dawn

The morning stars were resplendent as this new day unfolded.

Remembering that we all live in creation’s dawn is rejuvenating, exhilarating and liberating!  We can always start anew bringing our best and most creative selves to this newest dawn.

“…I also live in ‘creation’s dawn.’

The morning stars still sing together,

Night-Sky-2012-January-1038x576and the world,

not

yet half made,

becomes more

beautiful every day.”

-John Muir

Blue Sky, Tall Trees & Sun Burst

 

Morning has broken like the first morning, blackbird has spoken like the first bird.  Praise for the singing!  Praise for the morning!”        

     Morning Has Broken (Song Lyrics, Cat Stevens)

 

Every morning the world is created.  Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches—and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies.  If it is your nature to be happy you will swim away along the soft trails for hours, your imagination alighting everywhere.  And if your spirit carries within it the thorn that is heavier than lead—if it’s all you can do to keep on trudging—there is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what is wanted—each pond with its blazing lilies is a prayer heard and answered lavishly, every morning, whether or not you have ever dared to be happy, whether or not you have ever dared to pray.”

-Morning Poem, Mary Oliver

Manatee Springs Water Lillies