“Awakening,” Ensign, July 1983, 7
The sheer organza rays of light
Lace round the earth before the sun
To layer ebony of night.
The finger forms of willows shade
The phantoms near the windowsills,
Dim-fading into shapes the day
Will craft to amber daffodils.
Caressed by pink-down comforter,
I drift awake to shadow line
Of spirit mirrored back to me,
A subtle haze of the divine.
The Lord divided light from dark,
But left this moment for his man
To join in uncreated mists
And mold his hopes, awaiting dawn.