Meditation

12 Mulk 163 B.E. - Sunday, February 18, 2007

Morning echoes with God’s Most Great Name
Outside my window, the sun ignites the mountaintops and
Reflecting golden from snow capped peaks scatters
Night birds from their hunt.
I rise and step onto the cold tile floor,
Nourishing my soul with prayers
Glistening in the new days dawn.