Daybreak

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Image courtesy of Jennifer Vranes

Newborn day breaks over the land
And sends its rays of warmth to fan
The chilling blanket of grey night
While sunbeams put shadows to flight

All Gods creatures small and great
Pause to muse their daily fate
As early risers look to eat
Some late sleeper for a treat

A rabbit stirred from his repose
Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed
Escapes the rapture of his den
Propped on hind legs in the wind

He bows lowly to the ground
For grace to live the day he’s found
As it was imparted him
More precious than the rarest gem

For all Gods creatures great and small
Are attentive to His beck and call
For nature’s children, even wild
Live God’s plan though meek and mild

And so should we as each day’s given
Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.

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37 thoughts on “Daybreak

  1. Cello Jolie says:

    “For nature’s children, even wild
    Live God’s plan though meek and mild
    And so should we as each day’s given
    Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.”

    Amen, brother.

    Last night, we were caught in a flood and lightning struck nearby. I told my husband I thought Jesus might have just come back, landing right in the middle of the parking lot — and I’m in prime position to get left behind.

  2. Kathy Reed says:

    This adapts to the British program very well, but mostly it sounds like a hymn praising the sunny new day and collectively all the nature within one’s view..lovely poem.

  3. Truedessa says:

    We are all creatures no matter how big or small, the last two lines a reminder to live for today.

    And so should we as each day’s given
    Cause it just might be the last we’re livin.

  4. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Your rhyme scheme is delicious & the poem so lithe & lyrical. It fits right in with the songs of “hope” the chorus of poets seem to be harmonizing about/to–all together now, 1,2,3, let’s give peace a chance, for all we need is love & a poet’s pen to turn the fascist faces back toward sanity, right? I like the lines /as early risers look to eat/some late sleepers for a treat/.

  5. lillian says:

    Oh I am smiling — at so many points in this poem. Love some of the imagery here and the rhyme and rhythm is delightful. From early risers looking for the late risers, to the wriggle nose….and yes…all God’s creatures wake to a new day…….thankful for every day.

  6. Mish says:

    Beautiful flow of rhyme and I am passionate about your message. I believe the world would change significantly if we looked at life and nature in it’s purity and simplicity. Many lessons can be learned.

  7. C.C. says:

    A good sobering reminder in those last two lines, but also so much to be reminded of about the beauty of earth/creatures in the other lines as well 🙂

  8. NJ says:

    This is so very true. We need to be grateful for everything and live like there’s no tomorrow. You never know when it’s going to be your last day. Brilliantly put, Walter 🙂

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