The Promise of Dawn
by Terry-Lynn Johnson
Last night I missed you and I allowed the tears to flow,
Now the rising sun is blazing through the pane,
Caressing my face with warmth and blinding my sight.
As I draw up to wash, I gaze into the mirror,
And through depths of green, I see my face matured
And thought is given to how grace has grown.
The challenge of a new day, where I may go, what may be, stirs my soul.
The crickets steadily chatter in the parched and dry grass,
And as I lie awake, wishing they would hush,
Thought is given to how I notice the particular,
The soft young bee gathering nectar from clover.
It is now the time of morn when praise stirs
all that is alive with morning song,
And grey clouding fetters the lavender sky.
The time of morn when the air is stilled
And saturated with a peace,
Lending itself to a promise of a new day.
And though I miss you, I am with you.