Before Day's Dawning
in my landscape of living
I walk......as I often do
through this cathedral of solitude
this is my prayer
to creation
and God is here
with no priests attending
to wield power and obedience
in a blight on creation's heart
Here this Church unfolds
bedecked in the jewels of Heaven
and the rising light
and in that numinous hush
where nature holds it's breath
in that final dark
before the gleam
it begins
laving my ears with wonder
a symphonic tide of birdsong
and above ancient trees
a cacophony of rooks
roiling and tumultuous
a wheeling ballet in the sky
And in these first lances of light
webs of gossamer and filigree dance
on tangled spines of Gorse
and brim seeps and bleeds
down shadowed fells and screes
leaving pinnacled hills
clear and stark....
islands in a sea of mist
Dew drops shimmer
iridescent and rain bowed
in a rising breeze
I gaze to the east
anointed by the moment
This turning cycle
dark to light and light to dark
time's flowing river reaching....
onward to seas of eternity
