vanish dark night,
end your sojourn;
succumb you stars
to the echoes
of the Creator’s whisper;
set Moon, you lesser light,
give way to the glorious Sun;
come silence, still my heart,
claim your hollow victory;
for when the dawn comes,
I shall arise
written in response to this week’s Quadrille challenge at dVerse Poets
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I do love the lesser light, but I’m passionate for dawn
A beautiful prayer ~ Thanks for joining us ~
It occurred to me that no matter where the Moon is when the Sun rises, it goes into the background. Nice parallel between the Sun rising and resurrection.
Glorious 🎀🎀🎀