Fresh New Starts - Re-Posted

The inlet, shrouded in a mist,

Was silent before dawn.
The morning, not fully awake,
Began to stir and yawn. 
 
The birds were rustling in the nest,
Their dreams still touched by night.
While the fox, gazing from its den,
Hoped for a glimpse of light.
 
The day was still a hope unborn,
A promise unfulfilled.
The worries that roamed in the night
Had not yet quite been stilled. 

But dawn was just a breath away,

Born upon angel’s wings,
To bless all of the fresh new starts
That every morning brings.
 
Job 38:7
while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?