Pre-Dawn Night

In the early morning hours

before dawn has spread her light

when clock’s ticking is so loud

and the night’s dreams still are bright

There I stop to breathe and think

fill my cup with Spirit’s might
cells lapping up the nectar
a gift of grace – delight

Reflecting life on life in life

I am but a speck of sparkling white

as I polish up for shining

in the dark of pre-dawn night

I shed the cloak of dreadful dreaming

encrusted with its simple frights

to lie de-clawed and transformed

into blessings in my sight