Beginning

(Found here)

Now, after a long night

of stillness and longing,

on my brow, in the

tiny furrows of my palm,

thin lines of dew

are forming. And what I

had despaired of so long

is here. The sun,

true to its vow, with

prophecies of light and air

wakes the horizon.

I have come through

after all. I have a new

dawn on my shoulders. 

~Paul Murray