Before slice of dawn…
after throaty bullfrogs croak
and birds begin their shrill;
there is a parcel of time
in which no sounds emerge
out in the inky darkness of night.
Over shadowy country landscapes,
under the veil of bright spring morn
there settles an empty, hollow stillness.
And some doze, as other stir:
‘bove bright blue buntings breed
below badger burrows down deep.
Arise with break of new dawn…
Lower your daily plans, read the Word!
There one will find stillness of heart.
I rise before the dawning of the morning,
And cry for help; I hope in Your word.
My eyes are awake through the night watches,
That I may meditate on Your word.