Metamorphic Dawn

Metamorphic Dawn
A soft blush of rose spreads across the early morning horizon

against the fading hue of indigo blue. 

Trees appear as charcoal sketches, 

dark silhouettes backlit by a numinous moon. 

The wind has not yet awakened, 

and a spiritual hush wraps me in its soft cocoon. 

I stand breathless,

like a butterfly emerging from the womb of transformation. 

A moment in God’s presence always inspires change…

I will never be the same. 

From the Sigh collection © 2008 by Mid Stutsman

 

In His Love,