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| Morning, Looking East over the Hudson Valley . . . . by Frederic Edwin Church (1848) |
Faith
began like
sunrise, with
dark-delicate awakening
filtered through sky-wide mist
so perfect it must have practiced before
today’s mystery play and yesterday’s.
Waking, I touch sunrise with forehead Hindsight
and hands while it
caresses
sorts through
me (and an apple
tree)
moments before awareness
with it’s
golden
of holidays and landscapes—
spark.
before Judaism and Ram Dass,
before Wicca and Quakers, before shoulds
and
taboos—when wooded acres
offered
pines and moss
to
wonder, offered
dawn and
spring.
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There was a third verse I lopped off:
And
why not
accept the presents?
Receive and return attention
in an I-and-Thou relationship,
daily footbaths of gratitude.
Faith is both cause and
effect, spiraling like air,
flowing like blood,
enriching each
moment.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast