Morning Prayer
I wake, and fragments of yesterday
plunge through the tunnels of my soul –
But I let the light wash them away
and I let its sweetness make me whole.
I float in a pool of ecstatic light
Sweetened to stay soft in the fight –
Warriors whose wars will never cease
Will lie amazed in my place of peace.
Ladler in soup kitchens, tired but true,
I’ll pass out bowls of light to you.
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