The skies have been steely silver shifting
clouds of menace in the dark days before
Christmas and I have been dread filled
for wretched wanderers, collateral damage
of benefit cut backs, war and pestilence
Before the dawn broke today, I saw at
The rim of the world a promise of light
It became brighter. More glorious. Filling
the sky beyond all my imaginings until it
blazed victorious and I was glad again
A lone bird soared to the topmost branch of
a disrobed tree, opened its throat and sang
The light kept coming, more and more radiant
and you and you and all the ones I have loved
on this earth were in the glory of morning
Norah Hanson
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