Sets fire flaming
In the womb of day.
Empyrean wings cast crimson shadows
Across a waiting welkin
Teeming with the promise of new life.
We walk beneath the wings’ shadow
To catch a glimpse of glimmer
With arms outstretched to draw the dawn
Down to the dark spaces of doubt and despair.
“And God said, ‘Let there be light’-
And there was light.”
© rita h kowats 2014
Phot Credit: Linda Roddis used with permission