Touched

The light bathes just an edge of a tree golden
Lighting up the start in a heralding quiet
Struggling onward toward full light, but
Right now it is enough to be the edge
To reveal all is not well, the beauty stuns
The souls ache, little by little an ease comes
Edges of growth revealed in the dark and
Light of between, touched by the warming
Day to come, slowly revealed in the round
Suns emerging from the depths of the
Horizon, do we turn or does it chase us
Easing our way into its healing balm a
Morning prayer lost unless you come and see