Sanctuary

A newborn sun, and heron sits by rill,
His woolen dervish cloak so soft and grey.
He’s contemplating love along the Way,
Divining sight from water’s supple will.
And further, where his faithful Teacher spills,
A window opens out onto the day:
On Wagtail’s caddish pranks and playful fray;
On life, on love, on contact’s gentle thrill;
On Autumn vermillion, vibrant green;
On grateful arms behind the window sill.
Light’s dappled play keeps hour’s toll at bay;
No hand of clock, but open palm is seen.
For all we know, this moment passes still.
For all we know, this morning chose to stay.

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