FIVE FRESH BREATHS
Morning walk of February 19, 2004


    I.

I open my eyes—Dawn.
My incense-candle
Prayers have lit the sky.



      II

When words are candles
Lit by the Word,
The whole sky ignites.


     III.

The first bird's song,
The first white tree-blossoms
Announce a Season of Celebration.

     IV.

God used a new brush
To paint this day—
And clean my eyes from inside.

     V.

God exhaled in the night.
The morning world's a garden
Fragrant with His Breath.