Spring forth oh glorious morn
Now touch the light of day

Speak of cool rising mists
Of soft golden light
And quiet hush of dawn

Nature’s yawn
Soft indrawn breath
Upon night’s slow release

Of muted chirps
And curious inspections
At the rising of earth’s inhabitants

Stretch, turn, and wing aloft
Lifting, calling, gently reminding
Speak peace and hope and life

Spring forth in promise
Of God’s power and eternal love

Charlotte-Anne Allen