The Dawning Poem by David Whalen

With Eyes Not Yet Open

The soft whisking sound
Of a broom ‘pon the floor

The cooing of Doves
Near the window

The creak and squeak
From floorboards and doors

Conversations carried on
Soft and low

Sunrays piercing the morning skies
Nighttime fleeing to the west

Bed seeming less and less like a bed
And more and more… like a nest

Do the birds and the bees
The animals…the trees

Do they, like me
Feel the joy and the rapture

I think and I pray these feelings today
They're for all God's creatures to capture

…Yet I wonder…I wonder…


99 words




With Eyes Not Yet Open

The soft whisking sound
Of a broom ‘pon the floor

The cooing of Doves
Near the window

The creak and squeak
From floorboards and doors

Conversations carried on
Soft and low

Sunrays piercing the morning skies
Nighttime fleeing to the west

Bed seeming less and less like a bed
And more and more… like a nest

Do the birds and the bees
The animals…the trees

Do they, like me
Feel the joy and the rapture

I think and I pray these feelings today
They're for all God's creatures to capture

…Yet I wonder…I wonder…


99 words