Dawn splashes through the trees

washing over bare limbs

vulnerable in the winter seas,

and the sun is timid in her veil

that undulates in the sky

like a wind blown sail.

A silent Sunday morning,

given to thoughts of God,

and a birth heralded with a star,

guiding Magi ,worshipful and awed.

Lord, give me strength to face the sunless days

that test my faith with their troubling  haze.

01/04/2004