Dawn

CYCLE I: EARTH  
   
Let red sun split Your tethered cloud again,  
Reclaim its berth from mountain lightnings’ flare.  
Let storms pour forth the lives You raise from rain,  
For day and night, are filled with You, aware.  
Throughout the dark, she kept Your sacred light,  
To sing Your lamentations and Your hymns,  
For grief and love to You can both delight.    
Your daughter’s songs, both night and day begin.  
I wake to hear her voice, the vigil’s end,  
For as I rise, her dreams and sleeping quest.  
Through hardest gale my want of her descends,  
For knowing, Mother, day reclines her rest.  
As new day burns, a scarlet fire’s flame,  
My vigil’s want: to know her true fire’s claim.      
   
April 2  (NaPoWriMo 2017)