It was as Sunday should be---
Gentle
Quiet
Sacred
To rise early and close the door quietly
And step into a dying night
A lonely soul
Seeks a lonely altar
To minister to itself
To kneel among the regrets
To reflect
To inhale life
Past and present
To detach
A simple participation in the moment
The next breath
The next beat of a heart
Is enough
OH!
The glorious moment!
As the sun breaches the distant ridge
And scatters its rays to all creation
Dawn exhales its last
The gramma grasses
The sunflowers
Aglow in the morn
Sway joyful
Exhalted
On but a hint of breeze
Ah!
The aromas of morning
Of summer
Of innocence lost
And remembered
Permission granted to be imperfect
To forgive oneself
Nearby
Diesels mumble to themselves
Quiet
A soulless rebellion to glory
They know not what they miss
---RAM
Rick Malo©2025
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