Roots of Dawn

Something bright for today. I hope you enjoy it.

Golden Silence at dawn of day
Lingers still then drifts away.
Softly then the day begins
And morning tide, on it spins.

Down into the soil deep
A spark begins to wake from sleep.
Working up through weaving day
And sinking roots to wisdom’s stay.

Then up into the waiting sun
The spark comes forth, new hope begun.
Now word has spoken hope to be
The day sings on in jubilee.

And as the turning world spins on
Creation lifts its voice in song.
Man and beast both turn their heads
And banish once any dread.

For the moment hope stands true
At every dawn is born anew.
The golden silence speaks again
The ringing blow as day begins.

So weary heart now lift your head
Build up on this steady bed.
The cut of dawn weaves hope anew.
And tempers will in morning dew.

Dreaming in Plot