At Dawn

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    At Dawn

     

    The dawn is right for dying
    when the garden glistens in the dew,
    or frosty hung with ice.

     It matters not the time of year,
    but dying is right for the dawn,
    the beginning of a day.

     No matter how death comes,
    or on which day of life,
    but it needs to come at dawn.

     Let the fog of sleep surround
    and still your heart
    just at dawn.

     Then awake to that new day
    beyond this mortal world
    to see with fresh eyes the dawn.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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