Lauds and Loons
In a former life
I chanted Lauds
soon upon awakening:
morning prayer,
quiet time and
praise of the Creator.
Now I join my voice
to songs of birds,
early morning joy.
In winter dark
when hearts are cold
I go within,
remember how it was
when not so stark.
Listen to the call of loons.
I’m posting this older poem to Gooseberry Gardens and dVerse Open Link Night. Both sites are a feast of poetry and friendship. I usually prefer to offer something unique for each, but this week is a bit overloaded.