Having labored through
the night to extinguish
the day’s wickedness,
God sleeps in
that you might awaken
at just the right moment
in the liminal space between
adjudged sins and feel,
fleeting, the world made new —
its wild and profligate beauty —
the innocence of flesh upon bone
the softness of the unguarded heart
the sharp clarity of indrawn breath
that you might now exhale
as a song to this life
you briefly inhabit, and love —
your response, full-throated,
to its insistent call —
as if singing back were
the one commandment
you could not bear
to break
Meditatio Ephemera 
So very beautiful and uplifting!
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Thank you, Lynne. I’m glad you found it so!
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I like what Jazz said. Beautiful poem as always, Rafiki.
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Thank you, my friend!
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Beautiful. To briefly have a heart unguarded singing praises to life with all its adjudged sins … this calls me to gratitude that I am here at all, aware enough to realize life is a gift.
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Thanks, Jazz! It often seems that experiencing life with the senses, as a mammal — rather than as a human being with an endlessly chattering cerebral cortex — is a shortcut to joy, and to gratitude.
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