Poem March 9, 1974 Issue

BEFORE DAWN

Irene M. Ebeling

Is it Venus
that tops the tallest pine
framed by my window?

A little star caught
in the branches of the maple
twinkles intermittently.

But only a planet shines with
the constancy and reassurance
of this one that rides high
and wakens me
to the beauty and order
of the universe.

Tomorrow perhaps I can identify it.
Now I gratefully rejoice
to know God's all-harmonious power.

Irene M. Ebeling

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