This day lies before me,
A newborn child.
What shall this child experience
As it grows from day to night,
From new to old?
Will it be a clone
Of yesterday’s child
And of the day before?
Or is there newness in this day
To match the newness of a child?
Is there joy awaiting
To match the joy of expectation
Twinkling in this newborn eye?
I am the child;
The choice is mine.
Within me lives
The be-er and the do-er,
The meditating monastic
And the builder of temples.
In this season of outward manifestation,
As the rich ripe fruits are gathered,
It is my monk that keeps me centered
As my builder builds castles of love.
How right it is
To work my wonders in the world,
Empowered by the chant
May God bless and protect you and…
May you always be
Safe and Comfortable
Seth Kelly Curtis