In the quiet hours
between night and day,
the earth turns
to the coming dawn.
First light
ruffles the water,
lying still beneath
night’s blanket.
I rise from bed,
stirred by the glow
of golden light
crossing the sea,
to the green land
of my soul, wakeful
on the yearning shore.
Reading of “On The Yearning Shore” with music by Sunday Service Choir.
Don, “the yearning shore” is a bright expression today. Thanks.
Don — Beautiful poem today. When I listened to your reading of it, the “yearning shore” reminded me of a famous passage in Melville’s Moby Dick. Chapter 23 entitled “The Lee Shore.” Only one-page, it is one of the most poetic & powerful passages in the book. In contrast, the beauty of your verse is its calmness & simplicity.
Don — Your words here epitomize (for me, at least) a spiritual awakening: when quiet sleeptime ponderings over Something Higher stir the innate Truth once ruffled by my yearning for It. SO close now is the grounded ‘shore’ of Rightness to be seen at First Light. What a Dawning That Will Be!
Your poem is a wonderful way to start my day. Thank you.