You offer peace.
You announce it at the dawn, and wish it for the day.
Emissaries are posted over the fresh born earth
Marking the time in this tiny part of everything.
You know us too well. We cannot hide in our anxieties.
Turtle doves whisper Your reminders: peace in the morning.
An old monk friend breathes in, breathes out,
Finding the cadence of Your breath with his.
He too reminds me, carrying the song of the dove in his heart.
The dew resplendent like jewels revealed with morning sun
Also tells me of eternity hiding in this mist of marked moments.
Tell me more, I sometimes beg, inclining my ear to an open sky.
I have searched the Google universe for seven easy steps.
I have explored a New Age of Old Ideas recooked to modern standards.
I have thought God might reside in the cathedral of the human body
I have thought art would build a chalice to receive His sacrificial blood.
I am torn and confused by the whirlwind of my fears.
I despair that my frantic exhortations will bring You from hiding.
Too exhausted to fret, I found you at the end of my rope,
In the cooing of the Morning Dove.
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”