Morning sojourn, a single gull on the water, touching home.
Bare morning light. Iron smooth water. Suddenly, a fish breaks the surface.
Traffic Lights are red The radio broadcasts jingles that could get into your head. Across the way, two horses face each other. as still as a day with no wind. The silence of early morning light with winged horses in flight, lasso my willing soul.
Slowly, silently, went the moon, went the darkest Easter I have ever known. This morning, I give thanks, for your breath, drawn, for your heart, beating. Slowly, gently, with the dawn.
Kookaburra’s start the morning chorus, accompanied by the dove, bringing echoes of another age when the world was still young. The song is haunting. Michael says birdsong heals the world. He believes that birds sing every morning to redress the balance inflicted on nature by the wrong-doing of mankind. It’s a comforting thought. I believe … More Listening with Michael