From my book, Soil of the Divine
Morning breaks forth after cool night,
like a child from the womb
sometimes noisily
sometimes with barely a sound
but always in beauty.
Whether coiffured clouds
or baldheaded sun,
the morning’s emerging light
and blanket of dew
remind of God’s mercies
each morning made new.
From the womb of the morning,
the dew of your youth will be yours.
-Psalm 110:3
