Morning

Arms raised and hair hanging,
Old Elm stops moving
in the early perfect sky

Sun comes like
Precise Squirrel, feather-tailed
in Sprucehouse

Breeze lifts Still-Bird,
        twitches her song

Love

Love is
always nearer,
a fountain
streaming
from the Heart
of the World
in our own
heart

Calling

We're called
to live the Truth
in our Heart of Hearts,
choosing to release
the difficulties we
carry in our personal
portfolios,
stoking the coals
in our own fiery
furnace, illumining
all that is not Love