There is sun this morn
though no light yet
no banding bright
wells past land’s end
but the air and the sky
and the world I see
is a great deep blue
silent
like 7 feet under water
and prayers lift skyward
like thin wisps of smoke
from the winter chimneys
of every frosted roof
crisp as ice
while every day’s path
is already laid
and God overflows
blessing along each way
for those with eyes
and those with ears
and
there is sun this morn
though no light yet
Harnessing Chaos 