Winter’s night
softly receding to bring
bells that awaken to ring
for the morning mass
Frosty snow
whispering earth into white
guiding my feet to the light
of our chapel
I thought, I hope
I’m not late
Father Tom,
smiling to say he can see
whither I’ve traveled in deepest
shadow
Morning hymn
rising on wonder and wing
rising for dawn as we sing
the new day
the night and his dreams
soon to furl and fade
to light
Morning, what a morning
still dark outside
as I saunter for the hall
peace, what a beautiful peace
I felt
Young, oh, how young we were
souls alight with a yearning
so sincere
free, oh, how free we were
learning, learning
Crystal sky
darkly she whispers of dawn
starry she glitters and spawns
her symphony
Snowclad hills
foresty giants asleep
comforting spring as they keep
her from freezing
I smiled to myself
and went in
Brother John
sharing the bread that he breaks
handing me some that I take
with my morning meal
Times goes by
distantly wise on his way
and somewhat aloof that we may
forego him again
my honest and shining
and rising: divining
my never forgotten
forever true devotion
alive
Morning, what a morning
though lighter now
I can still make out the stars
peace, what a beautiful peace
I felt
Wise, oh, how wise his eyes
laughing they shone
with the light of lives and lives
free, oh, how free we were
knowing, knowing
