Sunrise, Trail Crest Pass, Mt. Whitney Trail

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Sing me a song of dawntime:

That infinite moment

Of hushed consideration

When God sits lightly on creation;

A time of anticipation,

Preparation

For the sun's slow leaping

While stillness thrives;

Preparation

For the Son's slow leaping

Into our lives.

I revel with the dawn-birds

Singing joy to all;

No words

Can describe their morning call;

Our doxology

Does not match

Their Gloria Patri.

What a magic time

When God breathes joy upon the lake

And kisses the pink-buds and yellow-buds awake.

Upper Sunrise Lake

July 10, 1977