Before the sun is up, a blackbird sings
High in the branches of the winter oak.
The day begins in song, so may it end!
And all your waking hours be filled with joy!
February 1990
Tag Archives: Poetry
Le Grand Bois at Bazouges
(Bordered to the south by fields of green maize)
The dawn is still.
No trembling leaf
Betrays the trace
Of passing breeze.
Each blade of maize
In the great field
Before the house
Awaits the sun.
Fill my heart
Fill my heart, 0 Lord, with joy!
Let me sing your praises still!
Calm the doubtings of my mind,
Reinforce my failing will.
Every moment of my day
In your service let me do
What your love inspires in me
To create the world anew.
January 1988
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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