Out of the Silence

"Out of the silence, Light is spoken." Thomas Merton

I walk
into the morning.

Birds
drowse
in the dark,

an unseen breeze
strokes my
arms, my bare neck,

as two cranes
over the edge
of the meadow
rise

as the Holy Spirit
moans
in tones
of morning light.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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