Poetry

There is a poetry in dawn,

A rhythm in its light,
That’s different than the rhythm of
The noonday or the night.
 
It’s peaceful in its majesty,
Its promise of rebirth,
It is the hope of better days
For the children of earth.
 
It is the reminder that Christ
Has risen from the grave
And marked the path to redemption
For those He came to save.
 
There’s power in the midday sun,
Mystery in the night,
But there’s a poetry in dawn
That’s written in its light.