8 September: Lauds

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a lark echoes morning prayer

meadow flowers sing

 

tousled green stems and leaves

toss and sway in time

 

moth-wings tremble, dragonflies

shimmer, hover, dart

 

breeze-born butterflies blow round
like confetti – and rise

 

bumble-bees’ drum rolls rumble

wild rose and clover

 

a thrush perches – chirrups climb –

and I – step softly in

SJC.

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