…which is the Bahá’í New Year.
Am trying to hold to my promise of bi-weekly postings, but this entry won’t be fully formed ’til the 19-Day Fast is complete.
In the meantime, here is a poem I woke up to on Day 12 of the Fast, written by Mary Oliver and sent via email as a gift from my Dad.
Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchery—
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light—
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness. ~