Poetry: The Birth of Dawn

All so Ill

We need Your fill
May it be Your will.

Music to my ears
Beneath the wings cascading feel
We've become so unreeled
Wildfire haze, clear sky reveal.

Sunrise, Mid-day
Look up, children let's play!
Orange glow no more
Midnight no longer in day!

Dance, the dawn breaks!
Be joyous, the season no longer waits!
Dark night over, clouds lift
Out of hiding, we dance in Your midst!

Published by Ryan Bowser

Owner and Photographer at Bowser Creatives LLC

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