The beauty of God is waking!
An amber dawn is breaking,
Peeping through the angel-dust,
Unfurled across a sleepy sky . . .
Spilling down the mountainside,
Lifting purple majesty high . . .
Drifting through Weeping Willow arms
To where the heather sighs . . .
Stepping through web-artistry
Where a spider catches flies. . .
Stopping by the babbling brook,
Whispering through a foggy cloud, , ,
Joining choirs of golden warblers
Singing right out loud!
In the loveliness
Of an amber dawn,
I kneel and pray:
Let the beauty of God
Be seen in me!