I Hear The Dawn
My eyes squint against the white
Crunch of snow
As I travel amongst
Trees stripped by the seasons
And
Bushes wind-trimmed to unnatural shapes.
The dawn seems too far away
But knowing it is my future
Changes everything,
Making all the mundane
Small treasures of my day.
Each step speaks a whispered syllable;
The words of God are all around us
(At least
For him who has ears to hear).
But they are easily
Stolen by ravens *
And buried by squirrels
And squandered
As the setting sun
Casts the sky in colors
Of the day's quiet dimming.
With each step,
I slip toward my sleep-
Once, for all, and lasting.
Were it not for my confidence
In the promises of
Him Who is Dawn,
I would run through the night
Screaming.
*The parable of the sower, "As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up." Matthew 13:4
