Day Break

Several years ago I wrote a series of poems inspired by verses of Christmas carols. Since I won't be blogging this weekend, I've set these to post every so often instead. Merry Christmas! Season's Greetings! This one is inspired by "Silent Night" and a VERY early morning with baby Margaret. I say this long bright streak of light in the sky and could not for the life of me figure out what it was. The sun had come up behind a cloud that was not visible in the pre-dawn sky.

Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love’s pure light; Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth, Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

daybreak is a blue receiving blanket edged in baby pink, tucked tight under the chin of a world that was up half the night, wailing. all is calm, tender and mild, damp, glittering.

then out of nothing a silver thread appears, streaks the sky and hangs for a long piercing moment. an airplane’s hasty journey? or a lightning strike, frozen on film? (I can almost believe we are standing so still)

I’ve never had to decipher the dawn.

I’m disappointed to see the rest of the cloud come into view, edged in light, because if this is the dawn of redemption, then that sliver is the sky torn in two, not like a garment rent in anguish, but like a peek beyond the curtain where truly, all is bright.