"The night is far spent; the day is at hand"
Dawn displaces darkness
shooing away wintry shadows
nudging me out of my nocturne
and blowing on the smouldering coals
of long dormant dreams
held in abeyance
rousing them to life with the soft breath of the season
bidding them take flight after their long repose...
I pause for just a moment
in this space between spaces
letting my eyes adjust to new light
to new Day...
Then, flooded with freedom,
feeling the updraft of Your faithfulness
I take my first step
letting new legs carry me
...Lead on, my Lord...
Lead Thou me on...
"Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her Beloved?"
-Song of Solomon 8:5