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joy knows no bounds
in the pre-dawn hours
the earth seems held in the embrace
of an otherness
that can only be called sacred
it’s like a held breath,
a halt in time’s march –
then, the peach-hued sunrise
is called forth
by the feathered guardians
of the dawn
and the breath flows out
into the glory of Gaia’s first day
~
echoes from emptiness 
Amen dear Miriam Louisa ~ And so it is. And how lovely to be held in the embrace of the sacred each morning… May your heart continue to sing in ITs Light… Simply Love ~ Christine
Thank you dear Christine – and I return your prayer…
In that simple Love that is so incomprehensible
~ ml