The Sureness of Dawn's Coming

Darkness holds this morning hour as all lies still and sleeping. I bid my mind take me where my eyes still cannot. And yet, dark branches begin to stand apart from the blackened sky with the sureness of dawn’s coming. And there is so much. For it must surely come. Pulling back the thick blanket of night, dawn’s first light ever so slowly begins to wake all that has laid hidden and sleeping. Object forms begin to come forth in these first moments of light as if to say,” I too am here”. And faithfully, once again as morning wakens, light rules the day.