Each Sunrise

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I fell in love with you

the moment

you brushed my cheek with

Dawn’s waning starlight.

Never before have I been

gifted this morning serenade

by these formless crickets –

all beautifully singing to their death

at the hand of the first frost.

Nor have I ever been greeted

at the threshold of home and Home

by these three Sufi crows

and this flock of Zen chickadees

all reminding me that self-expression

is a righteous act of courting

the air we breathe.

The witch hazel leaves are damp

with raindrops that lived only

to take their place

in the soil at my feet

an hour ago.

Today, this Day,

you are my

Beloved.

May there be noted in whatever

part of me is eternal

a re-minder that the

Faithful meet with open hearts

each sunrise.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)