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A blue winter rain
saturates the morning,
diluting the dream with mist and dripping.
Muted sunrise
clouds meaning and disturbs the certainty
that brought you to this moment.

Stop. Breathe.
Let purpose flow from the depths,
from commitment to living
as one flesh with all beings
and rocks and water.
Do the work.

Heft a bale of hay-stored sunshine up onto your shoulder.
Trudge through the rain to the cow lot.
Open the gate and slog through the mud.
Place the bale in the feeder.
Cut the strings.
Spread the hay.

A playful young heifer chews on the edge of your sleeve.
The simple suggestion of sacred communion
cracks the darkness.

(Reflection and Photo: Bob Ernst, Plowshares Farm Center for Education and Spirituality)