Sabbath Poem

by ingrid on February 5, 2010

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I rested into the morning, caressed,

deep pleasure, measureless being,

I rested until I heard

the song of the day call me out.

Come.  Take joy.  Awake.

Come and see my treasures. 

Only then did I rise to take

my pleasure into the world.

 

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