First Light Shadows
Each morning before the early sunrise
I wait to see the light in heaven’s skies
Impatient like a child wanting a toy
I wait to feel the new day’s tears and joy
Though I know, the dawn must surely come
I fear it will not and I will be undone.
The incense clouds that spiral where I kneel
Intense my senses finely tuned to feel
In words of prayer that linger in the haze
First-light shadows that begin all my days
So silent is this time of sacred space
Alone yet not, as he kisses my face.
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