On Sunday mornings it seems
silence sings a sacred tune.
The air is crisper,
more real, cleansed
by bird song's sound waves
through the breeze
communicating nothing/everything.
I feel
the strength of connection
as I listen
to the beauty of nature.
I fall in love again
with this earth
forgetting for a moment
threats exist,
knowing that love comes first.
Before I commit to defend it
I must wallow in my passion.
On Sunday mornings,
hypnotized,
I find myself falling
into the irrational,
incomprehensible seduction
of love's abyss,
attending to my love
with no worries about self
or how long this affair will last.
I simply trust the current
lust of lover and beloved
On Sunday mornings, at least,
I dwell in my little speck of infinity
with my love.
(For Poets United.)
What a refreshing read, warm greetings and nice week!
ReplyDeleteWe must dwell in that "little speck of infinity" every chance we get. I love the photo of your beloved mountains, Myrna, and enjoyed the dip into falling in love with the earth as I read these lines. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI think the love must come first... great sense of that when all else is sleeping...
ReplyDeleteTakes only a speck, to sculpt a mountain of love.A happy Sunday to you and yours
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
There is something special about Sunday mornings - almost like being able to take a deeper breath. I could picture you enjoying this moment and liked to think of some small connection as I always wait for the church bells to ring on a Sunday morning .. Another kind of birdsong and speck of infinity maybe.. A peaceful and happy Sunday to you
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely and truly sublime. I feel so elated after reading your poem, Myrna. Thanks for sharing ❤
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I can relate to this. Beautifully written, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteYour little speck of infinity shines so very brightly.
ReplyDeleteYour Sunday mornings seem oh so very peaceful, Myrna. I like that time when all seems to be standing a bit still & one feels that strength & connection with nature!
ReplyDeletedwell in my little speck of infinity..lovely!
ReplyDelete" love comes first." yes, Always with a capital A...
ReplyDeleteA poem of lovely sentiments, and sweet music.
ReplyDeleteWhat a glorious poem this is Myrna. Beautiful in its imagery of the celebration of love.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem. Love your final stanza.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sunday morning..It makes me happy you are finding this joy...now...if only we could stretch it a bit:)
ReplyDeleteLet us thank God, then, for Sunday mornings. I've often wondered if the amount of fervent religious activity on those mornings alter the atmosphere around the world. I think it must.
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