Sunday, November 16, 2014

Numbers 28: In Writing

This is my offering
to bind each day:

Trace the Sinai of sun
arcing the sky
a surging pulse of sanctity
diurnal reunion
quotidian call

Watch the moon wax
to  gibbous globe
dangling the dark

See it slow wane,
to a sly smile
waving goodbye
in voluminous vanishing

Consecrate new birth
the sprouting seed
curling over the heavy beat

of steady, solid eternity

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