The way of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, which shines ever brighter until the full light of day. — Proverbs 4:18, NLT
There is this hour
before dawn, no longer
night but before morning,
an in-between dark
that holds a promise
full light is coming,
the first song of birds
will sweeten the air,
each sleepy blossom
will open to receive
the warm rays of sun,
and I sit here and count
the years, every morning
You have wakened me
to be part of this glorious
gift of living — a holy
reckoning, a reminder
I am a created being,
no happenstance,
no random convergence —
You who gave purpose
to the stars and charged
the mountains to rise,
made me, knit my soul,
woke me to this wondrous life.
—C.L. Fisher, August 2021
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