2 Timothy 1:7

July 28, 2021
by 
Cathy Robinson

The palest stealth of dawn slides into the room,
Invisible but to the trained eye,
And you, dear one!
Shuddering with ancient reptilian dread,
plead-praying to the planet,
Not yet, please let the dark stillness stay.
But the glimmer undulates cheekily, breathing cheerily on your closed eyelids.
No voice, but listen! Incorrigible morning laughing at you!
Breathe in deeply her brightening air,
Connect with it, fool! If you cannot embrace it yet,
Get up, nonetheless!!
Morning is lovingly on your side.
Who but she could forgive you, with a laugh,
Every time she stops to check on you.