Dawn

by Marc Mangel

 

Shachar

dew still glistens beads on cold grass

a small sun rising

our souls rising

rising

flying

soaring

calling on God

calling the prayers of God

until warm sweat

and warm sun

have undertaken

forcing God to hear

if not answer

 

dawn

dawn of our life

dawn of our soul

of our love

the opening of dawn

of our search for

God

that

begins

each

day

at

dawn

 

September 1973