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I Will Awaken the Dawn
The birds have yet to echo
Their songs across the trees,
The sun has yet to whistle
Its foggy rays in streams,
The dark still holds the world,
Creation slumbers on;
But now the time has come,
And I will awaken the dawn.
The dew has yet to sparkle
Its bright and spritely shimmer,
The air has yet to breathe
Its gossamer windy murmur,
The creatures of earth lie still—
As if, for the present, gone;
But soon they will rise with the day,
For I will awaken the dawn.
For rocks were made to worship,
And trees were made to sing;
Though not a sound comes from them
Their praises loudly ring.
But darkness knows no wonders
Beneath it, good is withdrawn;
But light exalts His glory,
So I will awaken the dawn.
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Rachel Meyer is a communications specialist for FIS and resides in Atlanta, GA. She is a member of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra Chorus. More of her work can be found on her website www.rachelmeyer.org.
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Romans 1:20
The invisible seen through the visible! I think that is part of our job as poets and artists— to help our readers and viewers to better understand truth “by the things that are made,” as the imagery in this poem does.
This is a great connection, Michael, thank you for sharing. Indeed, “God’s invisible qualities” are reflected in “what has been made,” including the glorious natural wonders of each day which begin with the dawn.
I really enjoyed this piece with the close repetition to the final line in each stanza and the vivid imagery.
The final two lines confused me though, since I felt the POV was of the Almighty until the penultimate line.
Paul, thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed it. To shed more light on my intentions and inspiration behind this piece, I recommend checking out Psalm 57 and 108.
What a wonderful poem! I love the rhythm. It woke in me a desire to glorify God Thank you.
One can’t wish more from a poem than that!
Thank you Brandon! That is my hope for all my writing. Thank you for sharing.
Elegant soliloquy on being the first being to awaken in what I take is predawn and ponder the world in appreciation of all that God hath wrought. Great imagery and thought reflection.
Thank you, Roy!
here’s an O2B ditty for about 20 minutes later:
Oh to be a morning Robin
chorusing to greet the dawn,
and to be the western margin
of a continent of song.
Dear Rachel, greetings!
The cadence of this poem connected me to the natural world, much like the works of H.W. Longfellow (my 1st mentor).
This is profound, powerful and picturesque.
Looking forward to reading more from you.
Satyananda, thank you! I am honored that this reminded you of Longfellow — he is one of my favorites.
Rachel, your poem is a lovely psalm-like appreciation of creation and of the morning of each day. I believe the refrain is in fact modeled on a line from the Psalms. You put it to excellent use, at first describing your poetic activity, and in the final stanza explaining that the poet elicits those latent faculties for which creation was brought into being. Each day, no less!
Margaret, thank you! You’re right on — I was inspired by Psalms 57 and 108. I appreciate your words!