Just Before Dawn
In the distance the trill song of a swallow
Just before dawn
The new day yet to wake
In the distance the trill song
Of a swallow for its mate
His is a simple fate
The greatest of favor
Lives fully for the day
In the hands of his Creator.
He never wanders long
Freely soars through the shade
To the home where he belongs
Across the surface of the lake
Snatching breakfast on his way
His days constant and sure
Hours pass as they were made
In the hands of his Creator.
In his innocent song
I thought I heard him say
It won’t be so very long
Let your worries fall away
Catch the day’s soft cooling grace
Do not chase to find the answers
That so patiently await
In the hands of our Creator.
My hair now turning gray
The days are ending sooner
Troubles etched upon my face
Yet in the hands of my Creator
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Originally posted on Medium 1.20.2022
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Bob Metivier
Singer/songwriter/lyricist/composer and poet using various forms. My focus is on Life, Life Lessons, Social Justice, relationships and the building up of individuals and relationships.
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