Dawn

DAWN ~It's 5:40 am.... I can hear all types of birds outside singing; I believe there're praising God; In the darkness of my bedroom; I can see a dim, streaks of lights; What can this mean, shall I too be singing, Falling on my knees I thank the Lord for a new day beginning;~ I’m looking out my window And as I see I beckoning of a new day dawning Sheltered by some trees Yet through the leaves I see piercings imagery of hues of yellows and orange My eyes waver, as I view and savor A mighty rush comes from my eyes to my brain As I witness the dawn the beginnings of a new morn Beautiful God’s vision thank you Lord God eye is peaking just above the horizon God is awakening His world The bottoms of the clouds black but lighten up to gray on top their white There’s a glare everywhere where the sun touches Silhouette leaves a brown, reddish, orangey residue As the Father awakens me and you, everyone to your feet Rises… it’s a new day DAWN 07/22/18 Dusk Or Dawn Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet |