Tuesday, 28 April 2009

Dawn


Called by the sheen of tears on your face 

To hold you firm and carry you far 

From night-shadows behind and the shallow smile 

Of yesterday’s hope betrayed. One 


To bring us, broken, into the arms of a King 

To bury that face of loss, and sobbing cry 

On the heart of the name we no longer deny. 

Crimson-cloaked and crowned to follow - 


                                         Eyes shining, rising 

With the True Light now of our every tomorrow.


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