The morning is here before the first light
The night ends while there is still darkness
My mind is on the day ahead
I can already feel the breeze when I walk out the door to Shul
I am writing these words as my freedom and hope
Soon soon there will be light outside
But already within there is something I see and feel
Of first light and its special beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem