A Lorica

A Lorica

I arise this day to greet You.

A pot of coffee. Ahh...

An aromatic invitation to dwell within.

A simple breakfast feast

Graces the morning goodness.

Oh my God! The newspaper awakens

Me to pray the Office.

Singing Psalms from David to Jesus to me

Heal the sin sick soul, I pray.

Remember now the forgotten poor,

The outcast, persecuted, and foreign born

Unwanted refugees of war

The Empire strikes cold, cruel and “christian”.

Brighten now the day with Hope

Perhaps I too can shine 

With radiance born of the Holy Child

Hush now, and hold high converse

I press the pen across the page

Taking hold my hand

The Silence somehow speaks

A mystery in the moment.

Wander, walk and wonder by the seaside

Breathe the Spirit in the salt sea air 

The call of gulls; dogs and their friends 

Chasing the waves as the crystal sea sparkles

And I arise this day to greet You.