The birds sing before the light breaks.
Welcoming, heralding the day.
The song of light and life is vibrant.
Flowing through the air and touching the soul.
A picture of all our in between times of sorrow and song.
A night changed to day by the healing touch of presence.
Jairus' daughter raised from the dead,
The women made whole who followed and supported Jesus.
The woman who cries at his feet anointing his feet so much so,
That the song fills the room, touching all who dined.
The dark nights of loss come to me now and then.
I look for the beginnings of the song to come.
Expectant, full of loves hope to be
Born on the light in the wings of the morn.
A new creation.