Dawn

Dawn

Of the sacred silence

Of the holy quiet

Of the leaves stirring

Themselves green.

The pink and

The tender white

Of the conchshell sky

In the hour between night and day.

Touch of dew

On the grass,

The tears in your eyes.

Bird call

Of the cosmic soul,

Over the whistling woods

Over the eternal river

Over the crease

Of your brow

Across the infinity of space.

Lily clouds

Glow soft

Drift slow

Hold the earth

In your words.

Capture the sky

On your face

In the divinity of grace.  

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