dawn’s early light

the dawn’s early light holds out a new kind of beauty
and fragile hope
for the Mama who stayed up through the night with a sick child
and for the Dad who waited for a call from his son who was where the news said wasn’t safe
and for the man from the streets who found shelter in the woods during the cold, wet, and rainy night

as the first streaks of light break through the darkness
each breathes a sigh of relief
with quiet gratitude

a new day
a new beginning
perhaps this day, all could be well again