Each Morning

by Cynthia Scodova

                                                                      My heart is ready, O God –

                                                                      my heart is ready.

                                                                      I shall sing and make music.

                                                                      Awake, my glory!

                                                                     Rise up, harp and lyre!

                                                                     We will awaken the dawn.

                                                                                           Psalm 107

The River of Light bu Frderic Edwin Church (Photo Credit: Wikimedia
Commons).

                                                                  What love
                                                                   Each morning

                                                                   Diffuses our darkness
                                                                   Brightens the yards of our sleep

                                                                   Making rose-gold fire
                                                                   Spill into the branches of trees

                                                                   The soft flesh of the hills
                                                                   Burning

                                                                   The worn crusts of our hearts
                                                                    Into a glance of you

                                                                  Wherever I look
                                                                  Whomever I see

                                                                   Something of you Lord.


Find more of Cynthia's poetic reflections on the Liturgy of the Hours at  The Mad-Eyed Monk