Dawn, sweet communion with man <br />The sky an upturned mirror <br />Of the world, the white cirrus clouds <br />As people dancing in silent meditation <br />Of a new-world cadence, <br />The gulls in the bay assemble their own orchestra. <br /> <br />Morning at daybreak of soul's communion, <br />With waves like pews on a weekend Sabbath, <br />The sands coarse as the worshippers assembling <br />To be washed again and again by the ripple of the Word, <br />Doubt your doubts and believe <br />As the sands of the shore and <br />Dance to the tune of the wave -rhythm <br /> In a morning sweet communion, <br />When ocean's liquid letters sparkle in their wet essence, <br />The sands of time clamouring to be heard above the groundswell, <br />Clamouring to tell their own sad tale of bondage.<br /><br />ENOCH JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/communion-13/
