Creation
I have loved the still blue morning,
and I have loved the face of a man.
In the still blue morning, the sun
breaking over the horizon,
I feel the force of god’s creation.
In the face of a man awakening,
I feel the same great stir.
I have loved a thousand mornings,
each sun the same sun, but distinct
in its finery, gold, orange, or white
light coming in through the window.
I have praised a thousand mornings,
the morning dove singing at my ear,
the great sun, the face of a man.
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