Spirit-Spun Dawn

Spirit-Spun Dawn
Sets fire flaming
In the womb of day.

Empyrean wings cast crimson shadows
Across a waiting welkin
Teeming with the promise of new life.

We walk beneath the wings’ shadow
To catch a glimpse of glimmer
With arms outstretched to draw the dawn
Down to the dark spaces of doubt and despair.

“And God said, ‘Let there be light’-
And there was light.”

© rita h kowats 2014

Phot Credit:  Linda Roddis used with permission