The Love of Morning -- Levertov

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The Love of Morning It is hard sometimes to drag ourselves back to the love of morning after we've lain in the dark crying out O God, save us from the horror . . . .

God has saved the world one more day even with its leaden burden of human evil; we wake to birdsong. And if sunlight's gossamer lifts in its net the weight of all that is solid, our hearts, too, are lifted, swung like laughing infants;

but on gray mornings, all incident - our own hunger, the dear tasks of continuance, the footsteps before us in the earth's beloved dust, leading the way - all, is hard to love again for we resent a summons that disregards our sloth, and this calls us, calls us.

~ Levertov ~

(Selected Poems)

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