Aurochs to Zorra

Q.D.

Q.D.


Every day I breathe.
Moisture rises from My earth and oceans,
gathers and blows away
or thunders in a clap
of showers, rain or snow.

Every day My heart beats.
The tremble of My fire,
the movement of My faults,
the mystery of My currents,
changing all that ever was.

Every day I receive the gift
of sun beaming on My noon,
the moon reflecting in My nights
the creatures on My surface
renewing, moving, mating, dying.
The Great Mystery of Life.

Every day beyond the calendar
and ancient rhythms of the galaxies and stars
I am aware. I never sleep.
I only ask for words of thanks,
that mortals seldom pray.


© Kåre Enga

q.d.: (in prescriptions) every day.