
Image: Created by Grok inspired by “On the Brim of the Day“
On the Brim of the Day
This day I drink in the possibility of warmth—
Sending a letter to the snow, kissing the nose of the pup,
Eating honey in divine rain, singing with the bird.
I was ashamed and hid myself until this blood had cooled—
Then petals fell from these eyes, and I saw his face again.
Now on the brim of this new day
I grow on the morning
Like the sun climbing the sky.
And I will sail across sunset
Like the cloud hiding his eye.
I will yoke myself to my faith
And climb again
Like the moon saddling the earth,
Riding like the horseman against the sea.
Good faith questions and comments welcome!