Dawn

Dawn

From the dark of night
came the bright light
searching through clouds
of an earth covered shroud
finding openings it seemed
to spray a surface with beams
as if seeking some revelation
of the divine mystery of creation.

And across that grey mottled sky
the cotton balls of clouds did fly,
parting, forming shafts of beams
nudging life from slumbered dreams
to awaken, slowly stretch and yawn,
to welcome in the new day dawned.

And amazed by this common event,
to record……,
an ageing hand was bent.

John Mullinax Jan 2010