Step outside the garden door,
fill your eyes with morning light,
your whole body with dawn fresh breath.
Sink your bare feet into the green cushion
of dewy wet grass,
your toes tingling with surprise.
In the heart of everything before you,
You are in the presence of The Sacred.
went the moon,
went the darkest
Easter I have
This morning, I give thanks,
for your breath,
for your heart,
with the dawn.
With the first hint of light, the chorus begins.
The song breaks the dawn in a symphony of love and praise.
The universe beats in time to the rhythm and hearts large and small,
feathers and all, sing.