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In Honey Gold, a Calm that Clings Unfelt -Sonnet Eighty

In honey gold, a calm that clings unfelt,
The points and twists, the curls and subtle clefts,
Begins in quiet breaths, in darkness melts,
The East burns bright like ancient sunrise left.

How in this canyons’ valley, Godly formed,
The day seems in its start and end reversed.
For last of daily grace, the East conforms,
While sunrise seems, the Western rocks converse.

And in this place where God still daily fares,
Saved from the vice of greed and our disgrace,
So, we can with this God release our cares,
And gain perhaps a glimpse of Heaven’s place.

Yosemite and Gods residing there,
I stand in quiet reverence, in prayer.
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Author's Note
Yosemite National Park - Looking east at sunset from Camp Curry to Half Dome. July 18, 2019
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