Morning Light
Fervent feet step into aisles
of a buttressed cathedral
shod in shoes the colors of the sky,
vitelline sun,
clay after the rain —
Knees bend into kneeling
pads of the prism,
blinking eyelids
descend into oblivious
oceans of praise —
At the the stroke of celestial
harp strings,
earthenware vessels of infinite
colors coalesce
into a niveous porcelain vase:
flawless as the morning light,
the morning’s evanescent white.
D. G. Vachal © 2013
lilies, sparrows and grass 
So beautiful, Dee. Always happy to read your gorgeous poetry- hope your family is safe and well. K
Thank you, Kathleen, and I am delighted to read your beautiful poetry as well! Thank you for your well wishes for my family. I wish the same for yours. Blessings, Dee
Truly lovely to embrace, so inspiring!
Thank you, Wendell. It is a blessing to know the words of this post were inspiring. Blessings, Dee
lovely words
Thank you, Maureen… it is a pleasure to share these words… Blessings, Dee
The choice of words, Dee, and how you string them into tinsel – truly poetry in motion.
Peace and all good wishes,
Eric
Poetry in motion, stringed into tinsel, ascribed to the words of this poem, is the utmost compliment unattainable in my puny dreams. Thank you, Eric my friend.
Best of good wishes,
Dee
Breathtaking use of language to describe the experience of the morning light. Really, it is a beautiful prayer and flows completely in a natural progression. Love it!!
How wonderful your impression on the words in this piece, Ellen — a “prayer, and flows completely in a natural progression”. What a truly beautiful compliment. Thank you so much. Best wishes, Dee
Ice-Vases, that’s how I see our soul. The subtlety is frozen beauty! BEAUTIFUL as always Dee! Blessings friend ~Debbie
What a profound perception… “ice vases, the subtlety of frozen beauty”… thank you for sharing this nugget of truth, my friend! Indeed beauty is forever frozen into timelessness… into eternity. There is nothing that can diminish it, it can only grow deeper in its essence with time. Love you, Debbie. Dee
There is a sweet beautiful music found only in your words, Dee. My breath calms and my eyes tear, but my heart……..my heart recognizes the song. ~ Love to you, my beautiful friend. ~ Bobbie
Dear Bobbie, I have known for a while that your heart recognizes the song in my words, for we live and breathe, are clothed and fed by the same language. Love to you too, my beautiful friend.