morning tide

I awake and feel the soft presence of dawn creeping into my room. From the window I can see the eternal glory of first light announcing the will of God to the creatures of the world. Nestling in the hedgerows myriad birds answer in song that tehy have heard the call and will perform their duty in the creation. They are singing now. They sing the world into being. The ancient fields stir with new life. Shadows are lifting. Time and tide cease surcease. The numbers we give years are flung like chaff from the plough. I am allowed to see hence, and thence, and now. And at last I see more. People past, passing and to be. Come streaming from the fields. I believe.