Dawning

First there was darkness.
Deep, black, enveloping, sweetness.
Barely visible were pinpricks of hope...

Then, they, too, fade into greynesses.
Finally the rich, velvety cloth of night
encompasses all of the world.

The world sits waiting, like a bride at the altar,
waiting, sweating, fidgeting - with hidden anxieties.
Seconds slip by like hours, or years - in darkness.

Then, with a touch of grace and glory,
the horn of victory sounds, as the sun's rays sweep across the sky.
The darkness is again limited to shadows before the greatness of the dawn...

Yet, how many souls slip away in the last seconds of the night?
Their minds heady with the scent of the sweat of their fear.
Do they cry as they despair, "Please God; let there be light."

Karl Chamberlain

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