Out of the dawn you come to me

As softly as a prayer

Caught on the breeze out of the east

That sings upon the air.

Out of the dawn you come to me

Death opening into Life

As Spring, in every tiny flower,

Resolves dark Winter's strife.

Out of the dawn you come to me

With Joy my soul befriend,

Surrounding all my life with love

I know will never end.

Brian Hick April 2011

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