The wind blows lifting the song of birds
Rising in the morning with the call of the Heron
Blown around space and time, enveloping
The riser who comes to listen at the edge
The call returns to an unknown origin
Thanking the Creator of all for the unity
Of so many voices lifted by it's dizzying dance
Soft warmth in the morning rays welcomes
The watcher to this worship made at the
Beginning if time and sustained in endless
Days this greeting of morning binds us to
The Ancient of Days and becomes the infinite
Perfect morning prayer
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