The Moment Passing

There is a brightness
in my room today
as if a god passed through
and breathed on my air
intensifying it and leaving
behind a luminous presence
of freshness that makes
colours stronger and
things starker and
makes me see more
vividly.  A god has
written on these
pages before I came -
and here I am
tracing lines not mine.

I am a seeing,
working scribe, and I am
free in this freedom
to be all he wants
of me - this brightness
is a gift of light that
comes from an
unseen eye

and enlightens
mine.  I bow
humbly and
accept the gift with
thanks and fervent praise -

I raise my hand
and never let
the passing moment pass
lest I lose its grace.
The Book of The Scribe
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