Friday, December 2, 2011

Advent Rising

A song bird sings into my ear,
"Awake thy soul to sing"
Of morning light and ever near
A sense of wondering,
What lies ahead, what lies ahead?
My heartbeat asks again,
As day awakens me from bed
To walk out in the rain.
The mist hangs low and heavily 
Uniting sea to sky.
My heart leaps up and readily
I yearn to learn to fly.
The eastern skies illuminate
With lavenders and red
The sleepy headlands as they wait
The advent rising from the dead.

By David Robinson