The first beams of the light
pierce the morning sky;
they brush the horizon with
soft, warm colours from the
Divine Painter.
The cold ground, eager to receive
the heat, is welcoming
the dawn of light.
The dawn of faith
is breaking through
the darkness.
The first rays, shooting out from the
Sun of Righteousness slay
the bleak, gloomy night.
This law was never broken.
After every night,
a morning comes.
Even after the darkest of nights
comes the dawn.
(C) copyright Sabina Rosca 11.Feb.2011
