Tender Dawn

In the tender compassion of our God the dawn from on high shall break upon us, To shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death, and to guide our feet into the way of peace. Luke 1:78+79

dawn rising,
filling the void with sending blue,
washing through the darkness,
seeping between hard edged living
crossing the divide.
promise and potential flow,
eroding meaning into the shapeless,
the noiseless into melody,
the alien into nature.
stretching and shunting time,
expectations moulding into purpose,
purpose into pain,
In the now falling brilliance.
blue shifts to grey.
fears of the night now relieved,
are absorbed by fears of the day.
loss enveloped, in sleep bites again,
wounds dulled, resharpened by the light.
can the cold dawn transform?
can it pour into the hollow,
can it flow.
can it flow.
can it embrace and surround,
can it lift and hold.
easing me on,
leading me out,
can the rising dawn be tender?