My soul, seek God at dawn

My soul, seek God at dawn, attend His house,
And set your song like incense before Him.
For if you run to try to trap Time’s vapors,
Mistaking his illusions for the truth,
And wander wayward, night and day behind him,
Loving lazy mornings after nights of pleasure—
Know that nothing really is your own
Except a tree whose boughs will one day wither.

Then be…