The Moment of the Dawning . . .

                  The End and the Beginning

It was early dawn...

and the dew...

as fire now beneath my bare feet...

I saw gleaming upon the long cold grass

distilling diamond perfection from the breath of sky

inwardly mingling with the soft utterings of earth.

Through wide spaces

between the thinning trees of the wood

I saw the east writing lines of gold in the sky

loosely held on ribboned-threads of low cloud.

I saw the expanse rising as an endless wonder

above the bars of paling topaz...

and all the calming colours found in apricot and lilac

soon fading to a fragile hint of rose 

had caught me...

till I looked up higher

to a clear deep blue, far above...

then down...

catching glimpse of its reflection upon the distant pool

and upon the slow, polished stream beyond the wood.

And within the watery capturing, it seemed to me,

as though the hollowed-out depths of the sky

unto the furtherest reaches of its endless wisdom

was something the earth must at all costs

reach up and take hold of,

that it might apprehend that for which it had been made,

and that all who saw it

might be apprehended of God, himself, 

as he intended.

It was the in-between

of true night and day, so early was it,

when the strange light... 

that was the end of one and the beginning of the other

mingles for one timeless moment

and I was there and I saw it:

the merging of light and the mystery of the dawning...

the fearsome dominion of night

where sleep could not hold me

giving place to the renewing rule of day...

and the hidden fragrance that was there

only in that fleeting moment...

And filled...

with well watered brimming-over joy...

the long fear of night...a fear no longer!

                                                          

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                              - from:   'Arkiahh Dreaming:' The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume Three