One Breath to Dawn ~a poem by Linda Willows

One Breath to Dawn,
from misted dark night

Comes soon the bright,
home to warm all with might.

Moments brought along,
mark themselves in Love song.

Night calls out to Day
with a yearning heart’s belong.

Listen, hear the chords
that rise with Love’s Hue…

They dance and entwine
with the deep earth’s imbue.

Comes like a wave the next sacred Tone,
rising to crest then ascending to Throne.

Now, midst the calling, bid the sweet tender word
Whispered, as from angels, secret callings are heard…

…One Breath to Dawn
from misted dark night,

brings to waking, an enthrall,
and to a Spirit, bright delight.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Bodó Miklós

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