- They Who Bear Witness -

By John Herlihy

Monday 24 Dec 2018

 In the silence of the dawn,

I am the first bird,

Mimicking in the receding darkness,

The first song every heard.

In the darkness of God’s outer porch,

I am called the North Star.

I shine thru the heavens as a flaming torch,

A message now brought near, from afar.

In the vastness of the ocean deep,

I am a single wave.

Across the waters, I mount, crest, leap,

To the heavens above, I wave.

In the desolation of the desert,

I am but a grain of sand.

A miracle of millions make undulating dunes,

Each of us humble, yet grand.

In all the wonders of this paradisal garden,

I am but a single flower.

The butterfly drinks from my heart without pardon,

I stand strong as a lofty tower.

In the celestial canopy of the hand-painted firmament,

I am the blue dome of earth.

People take comfort in my color of endearment,

Ever blue since the earth’s birth.

As the earth turns in somber twilight,

I am the full moon.

Rising together with the emerging night,

To wash away the night’s gloom.

In the light of a sun-drenched forest trail,

I am a gentle breeze.

I drift as invisible feathers over hill and dale,

I rustle all of nature with ease.

In the swirling chaos of a windy night,

I am the eye of the storm,

To draw away all impending fright,

To bring peace to a heart forlorn.

I am the Object of every fervent desire,

For those who bear witness and praise,

One sight, one breath, one touch to inspire,

From now until the end of days.

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(c) John Herlihy December 2018