The First Light

First light After all the false dawns,

who is this who unerringly paints

the first rays in their true colours?

We have kept vigil with owls

when the occult noises of the night

fell tauntingly silent

and a breeze got up

as if for morning.

This time the trees tremble.

Is it with a kind of reckless joy

at the gentle light

lapping their leaves

like the very first turn of a tide?

Timid creatures creep out of burrows

sensing kindness

and the old crow on the cattle-shed roof

folds his wings and dreams.

Richard Bauckham

About Uri Brito

I am the Pastor of Providence Church (CREC) in Pensacola, Fl.
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