Breath of Dawn

When the swan 
of your Name descends 
on the exhalation of dawn,

alighting on the still lake

of my beaten heart,

where a golden mist

of unfathomable kindness 

rises to kiss the sky,

many thirsty creatures come

to bow at the water's edge

and drink from 

our mystery.

No need to whisper

"Jesus, Jesus."
No need to pray

"So'ham, So'ham."
No need to murmur 
"I am You, I am You"

with every breath. 

Silence knows. 

Lips and wings 

can find this place

without moving.