Waking Up

pink morning glories

Tears may soak pillows

And sorrows breed with darkness

But joy wakes at dawn

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‘Morning Glories’

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Cosmic Battle

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Night admits defeat,

Melts into forest shadows –

Broken by the Light

 

Daybreak

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You live in the land of the Dawn,

the place where Light is being born.

Darkness grips you still, as labour

pains begin. You exist in the

Between, the not-yet, the middle

of the fairytale, where witches

cast spells and evil triumphs and

your happy ever after has

no power – but your story

is not over. Not yet. That dawn

breaking leaks words on your pages,

penning resolve, perseverance,

hope, courage into existence

and you, awake in the dark, see

stars before they shine – prophetic

promises – with your eyes of faith.

Dim

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Dim,

as through a glass darkly,

eyes seek out Your light.

Veils, be gone –

cataracts seek sun

as surfer seeks sea,

rest and restoration

no matter the weather.

Rise,

dawn of my heart,

bloom in rainbows

where winter once reigned.

Morning

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As dawn burns away fog,

so Your light burns me –

pride,

arrogance,

deceit,

all melt in Your gaze.

Obscurity

and Denial

are no match for Your rays;

they squirm

and justify

but are undone like morning mist.

So rise,

Morning Star,

Your radiance

is welcome

to live here,

in my dark places,

where night has reigned too long.

Rise

and shine

and

paint me daybreak,

colour me rainbow,

and call me

Morning…