pre-dawn benediction

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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

~