Breezes

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A breeze arises in the morning air,

Caressing cheek and eyelash.  Then the breeze

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Might touch and lift the hanging curl of hair.

This softest breath brings pleasures by degrees.

A breeze arises in the noontime weight

Of heat, relieving hefty skin and flesh,

Encouraging the ever-nagging freight

To dissipate and turning summer fresh.

A breeze arises in the sundown light

And then in evening air.  This breeze brings soul

Of coolness to a monastery’s night.

It is as if the air has found its goal.

  Each breeze brings ordination from a palm

    Frond waved in Holy Week, a blessing’s calm.

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