The sunrise of the heart….
May 14, 2009 – 8:07 am
Sweet innocence of morning
Awakened in shades of purple
A dew soaked dream unfolding
Your creamy softness to greet me
I want to dive into the folds of you
Trace the veins to your soul
Wrapped passionately in the petals
Of Love’s pollen promise
Have you ever truly witnessed the sunrise of a heart? In the shadows of darkness, it remains cold and afraid. Yet, given a safe invitation, it can open with a love much stronger than anything the mind can use to hold it back. Conrad Aiken called these fearful attempts of the mind the “sad softness of control,[an] unceasing censor.”
So often we wield the logic of our defense mechanisms to safely steer us through life’s journey untainted. But the true nature of life is to experience ourselves in full measure. For only then can we come to understand the full range of our own capacity as human beings.
May your day be filled with all that is offered.
Happy Day,
One Response to “The sunrise of the heart….”
As a child growing up when street lights were not as bright as now, Special Sunrise and the First Stars of the Evening (we named everything then) were magical times for me..One home we lived in had downward slope of yard in back with huge porch plus steps that were six high..but nice and wide; 10-feet long.They were as comfortable to us as the $500.00 chaise lounge you can buy..(if that kind of money jingles in your pockets) ..My brothers, sisters and I would crawl out there on our “outdoor” cots looking for both those events..Sometimes I was alone..it all depended on who awakened in mornings and who was so dogged tired from the hard work of playing all day outdoors..that sleep claimed you before full-dark for peaceful, six-seven hours of interrupted sleep..But back to sunrises..
If you have never slipped out of backdoor to lie down on dewey step with eyes wide open to heavens..witnessing the first hint of light that came in variety of colors before bleaching out to sheer, brilliant clear vision .. it isn’t too late. You may not have the limber back of a child to lie on steps..but sitting upright..can still be captured..
Witnessing the sunlight arriving and checking out your “pop-corn stars” in evenings as they flickered so quickly from a dark space.. created the desire and ability to silently offer prayers to Heavenly Father for providing..well everything.
Sometimes in mornings now I awakened with other things pressing on my mind and forget the gift..the presentation of another day..but rarely do I miss the first evening star.
Trish..thank you for dredging up such marvelous memories resting securely somewhere in my intellect. (Well, I still hope I have intellect, but not inviting opinions.)
Love and blessings, geny
By Geny Morrison on May 14, 2009