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Topic: Rest (06/14/04)
TITLE: Early Dawn
By Joyce Poet
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Whispering in the early dawn
To wake her gently from her rest,
He reminds her of the places she's been
And that she's yet to see the best.
"You're not there. But you'll get there.
Put all your trust in me."
She's already seen pits of hell
When she placed all her trust in man.
She did everything that she could, and now,
Let's him do what only he can.
She's not there. But she'll get there,
Putting all her trust in him.
I watch her grow from day to day;
Snowy white streaks her raven hair.
The sun shines in through her eastern window,
Waking her with dawn's smiling there.
She's getting there. She's stepping out.
She put all her trust in him.
Still, she stumbles. And still, she falls.
Little by little, she has found
It isn't her perfection that matters;
It's not what makes the world go 'round.
It's in her knowing she's human
And trusting him even with that.
In the early morning hours,
When her worries are most at rest,
His whisper takes her to the place of peace,
Beneath gentle wings where she nests.
Maybe she's already there.
Maybe "there" is simply a place
within his whisper.