Morning Prayers

Dawn is still so far away
that the chills of night embrace my words
and make the crystals swords that cut
my passion into a thousand pieces
for love to consume.

As the Earth moves around the sun,
obedient to love’s ancient law
I raise my voice in praise and gratitude;
I ask forgiveness of my sins,
for moments of forgetfulness
when the Beloved is not my goal.

Dawn prayers inscribed by the Beloved
upon the mirror of my soul
merge the rainbow dazzling shades
into a beam of radiant light
that ignites the veils which separate
God’s ancient temple
into a multitude of religious sects.

(2 Ayyam-i-Ha 162 B.E.)