THIS IS GOD'S MORNING

THERE IS A TIME , A SILENT TIME, JUST BEFORE DAWN ;
EVERYWHERE IN MUTE ANTICIPATION OF WHAT IS TO COME -
THE WHOLE WORLD WAITS QUIETLY IN GREAT EXPECTATION
FROZEN IN TIME AND SPACE - IN SUSPENDED ANIMATION.

A WEARY EARTH LOOKS ON, IN HER CEASELESS ROTATION.
NIGHT, A DENSELY WOVEN VELVET- CLOAKS OUR UNIVERSE -
IN A PERFECT STILLNESS, WITH AN ABSENCE OF LIGHT,
IN THE PREDAWN, IN THE DARK AND THE BLACK NIGHT.

SUDDENLY THE HORIZON HERALDS THE COMING DAWN ;
ETHEREAL FINGERS UNLOCKING THE HASP OF NIGHT.
TENDRILS OF GOD'S PROMISE GENTLY WESTWARD CREEP
AS WITH MORNING'S SUBTLETY THE DARKNESS IS NOT SO DEEP.

FROM THEIR BRANCHES TURNING, EVER TOWARD THE LIGHT,
ALL THE TREES IN ALL THE FOREST, SHED THEIR TEARS OF DEW.
IN THE UNUTTERABLE SILENCE YOU CAN HEAR THE SEQUOIA'S CALL,
AS BOUGHS RAISED IN SILENT PRAYER, DROPLETS START TO FALL.

AS A DROP OF PREDAWN DEW, FALLS TOWARD THE FOREST FLOOR,
A SINGLE BEAM OF MORNING SUNLIGHT HURTLES THRU THE GLOOM,
IMPALES THE TINY DEWDROP WITH A SHAFT OF BRILLIANT LIGHT,
AND TURNS THE MORNING GLORIOUS WITH A RAINBOW OF DELIGHT.

A FLOOD OF INTENSE COLOR SHOOTS THRU THE FOREST GLOOM,
FROM THAT SINGLE TINY PRISM FALLING TO THE FOREST FLOOR,
THE WORLD LOOKS ON WITH WONDER AS THE POWER OF GOD'S LIGHT,
COMES, WITH ITS DAILY MIRACLE AND PARTS THE DARKEST NIGHT.

JUST SO OUR SOUL IS LIFTED AND COLOR BATHES OUR LIFE,
TEARS, SORROWS DEWDROPS, FALLING TO OUR HEART'S FLOOR,
IN THE DARKEST PREDAWN AND IN THE DARKEST NIGHT,
BECOME A MIGHTY PRISM AND FILL OUR SOUL WITH LIGHT.

THE EARTH MOVES ON HER JOURNEY, AND DAWN COMES WITH A RUSH
WITH THE HEAVENS AS HER CANVAS, AND WITH THE SUN AS HER BRUSH
PROCLAIMS HER DAILY MESSAGE, " THIS IS GOD'S MORNING "
BE GLAD IN IT

william everyman     1988

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