Orientation of The Hour

I turn myself towards you:
the True North
the Straight Way
I turn to greet you:
perpetual sunrise
pure snows
the mystery of all before my eyes
the one good hope
rising in a heart -
to the Altar
of the Universe
colossal
beautiful
dazzling.

I place my tiny stone -
touchstone
lodestone
fulcrum and lightning-rod
on its vast expansive surface:
adamantine
shining -

my prayer rises
like incense
through the silence
and the stars.

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