Dawn

On the wings of the morning.

Dawn

On the wings of the morning my love comes to me,

And the smile on her face is a wonder to see.

A mug of hot coffee she bears in her hand,

And it’s brewed to perfection --- not strong and not bland.

Muffled sounds of civilization are heard,

And out of a bush floats the song of a bird.

The Sun is awake from its long evening slumber,

Sweeping stars from the carpet of night beyond number.

My mind is at peace, and the dawn seems to say:

"May my breeze bring to you yet another fine day!"

And I think to myself, in my reverie there

I can hear my God’s voice in the sweet morning air.

"Be courageous, my son, do for Me what is right,

And I promise a new dawn will follow each night."