Through the Misty Dawn - Editorial

At Dawn He Arises  

The fluttering butterfly
Beautiful to see.
Dances before me
In the Mimosa tree.

At dawn in the morning
As I take my walk,
Froggies and chameleons
Seem to talk.

My two pals beside me,
The Dalm and Retrieve
Tails wagging behind them
Friends, I believe.

Emerge the Sun
Before my eyes.
The Miracle symbiosis
All things rely.

I often wonder
About Creation.
God's eye for beauty;
His ideation.

Somehow the colors
of flowers and sky
Make me believe in
The Creator's eye.

For surely His works
Would never perform
Without the colors
Of Rainbows and form.

I listen to song birds,
Amazed at their charms.
Their colorful wing span
Stress quickly disarmed.

The calves in the pasture
Bounding about.
Pausing to see me
Curious, no doubt.

Then I return
To my common day's task.
Composing music
Or cutting the grass.

Oh, how I try
To make beauty sing.
To surpass the butterfly
Or bird on the wing?

God is far greater
Than anything.   By: Richard Hastings Englefield

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• #1 Comment from readmereadyou 
  8/31/04 8:59 PM | Permalink

  I loved the poem. It was like taking a walk through your day. Very nicely written.