Pre-Dawn and I
By Jane Tawel
August 10, 2022
And just like that —
And as I was looking down —
with barely an upward glance,
Light snuck around,
the edges of the dark.
Oh, the hours are too often filled,
with lists and pages of words;
but if perchance,
you happen to glance up,
at just the moment, when
Light makes her slow entrance on the stage,
Then drop the page you hold,
and breathe deeply in and out
and listen to the drumbeat of your heart,
welcoming the Dawn.
This pre-dawn as I sat,
and worried over Time-past,
and of course, as always I do,
fretted over the Time-not-come,
the Present Moment snuck-up on me,
and I looked up and out, not down and in.
The veil of dark pulled back.
And though I had just a peek,
I caught Light in the act,
of once again confirming,
with just a narrow band, still grey,
that soon the Sun would rise, in full array,
and with a bit of hopefulness,
I knew that Dawn was on its way.
Oh, the night is filled with strangers and friends,
and even though you let them in, they are not there.
I have determined not to speak, nor listen,
with those who would intrude upon my thoughts,
but are not in this place or time.
Oh, Universal Love of me and All,
help me to honor You by being awake,
to all that dawns upon me, both by day and night.