The Morning Walk

The early morning rise of sunlight

Gently entwines itself around my limbs;
Taking root deep within my eyes
Flowing fluid nourishment for my skin.

The early morning frame of earth
Gently entwines itself around my goal;
Taking it's brush of field and flower
Paints fluid colors upon my soul.

The early morning music of water
Gently entwines itself around my toes;
Taking unhurried paths within my mind
Flowing fluid nourishment for my growth.

The early morning scent of air
Gently entwines itself around my face;
Taking it's brush of wind and praise
Paints fluid thoughts of a Holy Place.

by Nathan Dunlap

Ascension Day,  May 29, 2005