Nature's Revelations: God Speaks Through Beauty
Poetry by Gill Schwartz
MORNING SONG
Sunrise splashes low across the sky,
spills over the lake's rippling face,
caught and beamed from it's mirrored eyes
to fill my room, my heart, with this morning's grace.
Is this window-framed dawn a mirror or a perception?
In this a triangulating prism of refracting light,
Which is source, I muse, and which reflection;
dawn's hues, the looking-glass lake, or my grasping sight?
In such wonder and surprise, so daybreak starts.
My soul soars like the geese in flight
as the splendor before me and my heart's
longings fuse. And I awaken from my Night.