Inside The Dawn

The view from the Cross

gets clearer now

 these years have

trained me to its embrace.

The fiery pain

uniting my soul into

its eternal reality

sustains my aching heart

left bleeding by the

darkness of sinful states.

From this vantage point

I can see the dawn

rising clear and quiet

upon the horizon

where only my inner eye

watches from

this place of repose

upon the wooden beams

far beyond the scene of

mortal crimes

our race is so intent upon.

One day this death of self

will step inside the dawn

I see moving in

 tender fingers of sunlight
caressing downward

these mountain slopes to

whom I will bid farewell,

and, as the song says,

 be gone

like the dawn turns to day.