Into The Dark - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Into The Dark

Before the first light while stars still hike the night,
a song sung of a bird 
mezzos across the roofs
topples into the courtyard
from some feathered throat
whose amazement praises
what’s to come. 
 
Not the sun
but the coming –
 
once again as though never before,
each note fresh as a warble from a
creek. O, bird of dawning
I pray too at such an hour as you
while thine orisons careen 
among the caws and minute cheeps that signal 
your aria as done.
 
When the planets and stars are shrapnel,
still your song shall lead the dawn,
fling its spangled baton into the black sky to remind God again
that everything thanks Him.
 
That it never ends.
That everything was, first, the word,
and the word was Thanks.
 
	- Bruce Moody