by Ellen Grace O'Brian

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Lark sings as day begins
and when it ends
the tide of gratitude flows in
senses bow before the One.

This is the hour:
enter the temple of I am That
grace is being dispensed.

take prasad -- ambrosia of now,
nectar of surrender,
it will sweeten your tongue
render you speechless
make you sing.

-- from The Moon Reminded Me, by Ellen Grace O'Brian

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The Moon Reminded Me Living for the Sake of Your Soul A Single Blade of Grass: Finding the Sacred in Everyday Life Living The Eternal Way: Spiritual Meaning and Practice for Daily Life