This Morning Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
This Morning
Prisoner of a moment’s truth, am I?
The Sun rises in the East, and drenches
The green foliage, even underside, in light.
Once having said or thought some thing
I tend to repeat that so many times after,
That it appears like the permanent truth.
No, but every day it is a new and different sunrise
And like worshippers of Rk Veda, centuries ago,
May we be surprised that the Sun has risen today too!
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