When Heart and Spirit Sing

Sunrise Breeze Scouts

Heart and spirit often sing together at sunrise...where faint breezes become ushers just before the day's curtain begins to open. What a magnificent place -- a dawning thin place. I am reminded of a poem from my book, Thin Places and Five Clues. The poem was originally written at Nags Head Beach in North Carolina during a typical spirited engagement at sunrise. I still edit it from time to time to reflect new memories. Imagine the pre-dawn quiet. Listen to the hush giving way to faint sounds of awakening creatures. They grow louder as overhead flights in formation pass through the early morning air...that invisible fresh message-laden breeze.

Like a Mother's love
floating on unseen breath,
Pelicans escort divinity here
among morning's sunrise
across fauna's Disney World.

Invisible to us, breezes lift,
push, bend and more, as
it paints on borrowed canvasses,
thriving on ordinary moments,

to transform -- such into magic,
walking into whisking waltzes,
while amusing itself in solitaire,
spinning new patterns in the sand.

For without wind, waves would
sleep humdrum, flat with the kites.
Balloons would sit out the dance,
grayed under clouds parked broken.

But instead, Sea Oats celebrate
standing ovations from wind's sway,
while sails beyond, puff deep,
flaunting breeze's catch of the day.

Still, phantom wind ponders lonely.
Its palettes and engines linger,
hovering in its studios of whirl,
poised in yet another disguise, to
capture again our winged souls.