Dawn

The clouds threaten to overtake the sky.

They leave a yawning entrance for the sun to first

Shine through, like an empty tomb.

Displayed for a moment and gone

After it has risen to the sky.

Such a fragile thing lost.

 

News today from a friend, a brother

Begging for prayer as fresh violence comes

And his babe is only seven months old.

The storms of violence threaten to

overtake the country again.

Such a fragile thing, will it be lost?

 

Prayer is the only thing to lend ourselves

Peace comes at a high cost. We've seen that

Time and again. How do you unlearn years

of war? How do you restart without

Resentment, with reconciliation?

It all takes fragile time.

 

Pray and pray more for the fragile

Sacred things of earth, which might be

given a chance to grow, if grafted into

the love of the vinedresser, who knows where

to prune us carefully, tenderly caring

for fragile things.