“Awakening,” Ensign, July 1983, 7
Awakening
The sheer organza rays of light
Lace round the earth before the sun
To layer ebony of night.
The finger forms of willows shade
The phantoms near the windowsills,
Dim-fading into shapes the day
Will craft to amber daffodils.
Caressed by pink-down comforter,
I drift awake to shadow line
Of spirit mirrored back to me,
A subtle haze of the divine.
The Lord divided light from dark,
But left this moment for his man
To join in uncreated mists
And mold his hopes, awaiting dawn.