Bridge Of Time And Spirit Poem by Bill Galvin

Early morn… twilight…
All is quiet ‘cept the early rising birds.
Hot Zen tea and I greet first light;
Sacred Spirits plays welcoming sounds,
I could be with them anywhere…
In the deserts,
Or in the high mountains,
On the western pacific seas,
Or eastern shore on bay river estuary,
Or eastern coastal hill looking down on islands.

The dawn subtly and slowly brightens
And reawakens the day;
And brings promise of warm sun and light
To conquer the dark limited confidence of night.
Both dark and day, sun and moon,
Necessary to the balance we need for the
Recharge of body and mind,
Rebuild health of soul and spirit.

As we as we have for millennia,
Down through the ages,
As we first ventured beyond cave entrance,
Or the tepee hide flap,
Or the door of the Hogan hut,
Or the adobe wall.

This bridge of time and spirit…
Where dark and daylight meet.

7-25-2015