Then From The East
a poem
The From The East
have you noticed
how before the world is all astir
that silent hour holds its breath
as if all the glory of the world
would soon be birthed?
not yet, not yet, and yet
it comes
just the same as once
another night gave way
to a greater dawn
a hush
a holy breath
then from the east
the sun
I love the sparse language in each line. Reminds me of the light slowly trying to trickle in.
Lovely atmosphere in this one 💗💗