Poetry: Dawn - by Megan Stoddard

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by Megan Stoddard

Created on: June 09, 2010

Dawn is the time of day most of us forget.
We sleep, tired from the night,
as the sun climbs higher in the sky,
waking grumpily to a ringing alarm
and a pot of coffee.

Dawn is the time of stillness.
I was told that prayers prayed at dawn
are the strongest of all.
Hymns sung at eleven o'clock service
pay lip service to the holiness of dawn.

Dawn is the time of day most of us forget.
Do we really sleep through all beginnings?
When dawn paints rosy fingers in the east
and sends the stars to bed,
it is the beginning most of us forget.

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