what a morning!
we wake at 3 and are in the lounge room by 10 past. I pull out the sofa bed, toss on as many cushions and pillows that I can find, haul out the spare doona while keeping my eyes on the screen.
OBAMA OBAMA OBAMA
the time has finally come..
steady, strong, sure..
and in the words of that glorious poem-
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.
Amen
Alleluia
Amen
