September 19, 2021

as the dampened sounds of a somehow softer Sunday city
pulses their way through a half opened window
and trickles down the wall, playfully inviting us to rise,
the first light reaches us
we come to realize, to perceive, to grasp
how precious our time is here.

Leaving every expectation of Monday and its challenges
out of these sacred moments of connectedness
to how it could be and should be and will be
bathed in the eternal flame and glory of the Sun
coloring the sky sapphire blue
the pulsing Heart in The Field of The Christ

Holy and untainted – detached
to hold and to touch, in hearts and minds
Do not let it slip – hold onto it
Sacred, sacred

© 2021 Soren Dreier


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