1-3-12 Poetry of Dawn

The heavens narrate the glory of their Creator

the skies declare His imprint on the world

day after day pours forth speech

night after night comes knowledge

without language,

wordless,

soundless,

it shouts

to the world's end. Psalms 19: 1-4

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;

 this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened) ~e.e.

ECSTATIC bird songs pound

the hollow vastness of the sky

with metallic clinkings--

beating color up into it

at a far edge,--beating it, beating it

with rising, triumphant ardor,--

stirring it into warmth,

quickening in it a spreading change,--

bursting wildly against it as

dividing the horizon, a heavy sun

lifts himself--is lifted--

 

bit by bit above the edge

of things,--runs free at last

out into the open--!lumbering

glorified in full release upward--

                              songs cease.

~William Carlos Williams