Love rides at dawn,
To rouse my soul from sleeping night,
His touch will set it all aglow,
Enfolding it in light.
The slowly dying embers,
Of my love ‘neath ashes gray,
Will be rekindled once again,
As I begin to pray.
From cinders, He will stir to life,
The flicker to a flame,
He'll cast aside all darkness,
As He gently calls my name.
His love evokes an antiphon,
Of praise in joyous phrase,
He will imbue and permeate,
My soul with wondrous grace.
This bruised reed is strengthened,
By Him Whom I adore
The unction of His Spirit,
Restores to life once more.
Myra D’Souza
23 January 2012
