Thursday, January 31, 2013

I will sing the song of morning




I will sing the song of morning
as it rises from the hill
the song of a becoming
while the darkness lingers still.
For from its slumbered rising
all the colours now appear
and the greys and blues and muted hues
achieve a different tier.
I will sing the song of morning
as it opens up our eyes
to all the possibilities
hid by night’s disguise.


2 comments:

justhappeneduponthis said...

Brings to mind another poem, Keith:
http://justhappeneduponthis.wordpress.com/2012/07/12/still-in-the-game/

Moments Mid-Stream said...

It is good to have the assurance at every turn in the road that brilliant Morning is behind it all (Job 19:25).