New Day

The voice of the night Shrouded in hushed tones Shadows swift and unendingly changing shape As though on an uneasy but protracted break. The land in silence is laid Dancing and merrymaking having gone to rest Rumination at its peak, roaming at its ebb Beings crouching behind closed bars. Grimly hidden from sight is the laughing sun Left only with the bold stare of the moon The stars scantily twinkling on and off Every sound magnified as though a boom. We hear again, early on the morrow The proud piercing strill of the strutting cock Giving life to silence and shadows alike Awaking great but otherwise sleeping giants. We were dead but now we rise With strength recovered and renewed Bustling energies ready to face the new day's challenges Thanking God for a safe passage through the tunnel.