This Intimated Lord of Dawn

This Intimated Lord of Dawn

This silent, skyey dance

Of color warm and cool

Is meeting just by chance,

Or meaning, in mind’s pool.

Reflections all, the dawning spiral,

Powers twirling out of sight,

Meanings burning in life’s stream,

Powers, raging and at rest,

Swirling here as might and peace,

And settling slowly in life’s dream,

Where time is only kind or mean

To one who claims experience

As being “mine” and never thine.

For thine, the unseen being powering

The motive urge we know as surge

Of meaning, seeking, loving, flowering

By lifepath verge, unheeding purge.

But all through the silent night

Your dawn approached unseen to sight.

It was all You, I now conceive,

Watching life’s play of dawning light

Where motive sun by simply being

Shines his light, dispelling night,

That we who live by touch and sight

Rise into action, bliss or blight,

By need and joy or fear of plight,

Unknowing thee, the shining might,

Lord of day’s dawning

And the ready move to act.

24 November, 2022

Brijendra Robert William Eaton

Sitting outside by the fire, watching the appearance of dawn

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