Dawn-song

Dawn drips its radiant runway from the deep

Returning color to the silhouettes

Etched in still-life above the gleaming sweep

Of opportunity over regrets

And from the ridge above earth’s minute trace

Where galaxies unfathomed coalesce

Beneath the visage of a Father’s grace

Dawn’s lends its kind, compassionate caress

Then cast aside those mantles of despair

And close the lips of cold, thankless complaint

The God who tends to sparrows of the air

Surely cares for the feeble and the faint

The diadem of morning’s gladdened mirth

Breaks through the veil of darkened somnolence

To clothe the ramparts of heaven and earth

In shadows of divine-breathed radiance

The dawning of a virgin day unfolds

Pray what will be the bloom in its embrace

Before west-seraphim of gilded gold

Will tuck its scattered petals into place

The dawning of a new day gently spills

Against the girth of somber, slumb’ring sod

Rosy resplendent ripples ‘cross the hills

In mercy-beams to us from gracious God

© Janet Martin