And when I get that queer ache, it means a poem is coming on. And it just so happened that the past few times I've read a Psalm before bed, I always seem to come across the phrase "I will awaken
the dawn". And since I actually was awake to watch the awakening of the dawn this morning, a poem grew out of it, so here it is! :) Enjoy! (photo is courtesy of Google images. :)
"Awaken the Dawn"
By Rachel Heffington
The east began blushing behind the trees
While the moon hung over the lea
And the velvet of night turned to sapphire hue
Like the blue of a newborn sea.
No breeze cared to move the whispering leaves
But they whispered themselves alone
And the first rays of sun kissed the cool of the morn
Before mounting the aerial throne.
The dew-spangled grass glittered pure and unspoilt
As if hundreds of diamonds were strewn,
Or like dozens of tears had been carefully dropped
From the pearlescent eyes of the moon.
Blue shadows hung shyly beneath the boughs
Of the emerald, sylvan-king;
The ancient pine swayed and held his court
With the swallows on the wing.
With a glorious, final shout of gold
The sun was now enthroned
While the world rejoiced like a sinner saved
That the night's dark was atoned.