Awakening To Serenity: Dawn | A Meditative Reading

The soft-toned clock upon the stair chimed three.

Too sweet for sleep,

Too early yet to rise.

In restful peace I lay with half-closed eyes,

Watching the tender hours go dreamily.

The tide was flowing in,

I heard the sea,

Shivering along the sands while yet the skies Were dim,

Uncertain as the light that lies Beneath the fretwork of some wild rose-tree.

Within the thicket grey the shanty-clare Sent drowsy calls across the slumber's air,

And solemn silence as sweet it was to hear My own heartbeat,

Then broad and deep and fair,

Trembling in its new birth from heaven's womb,

One crimson shaft of dawn sank through my room.