Into The Dark - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Into The Dark 


Before first light — while stars still hike the night,

a song mezzos across roofs, 

topples into the courtyard

from a throat whose innocent feathered amazement praises 

what’s to come, 

 

not the sun

but the coming 

once again as never before, 

each note, fresh as a warble from a creek.

 

O, bird of dawn, I too pray at such an hour

while your orisons careen 

among crows’ caws and minute cheeps 

that signal your aria as done.

 

No.

It is not done.

 

When planets and stars are shrapnel,

still your spangled song leads the dawn parade, 

flings its baton into the blackest 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


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