A Poem: At the Edge of Dawn

At the edge of dawn
A chill fills the morning air.
But on the air! Hope!
The world still turns in
A celestial ballet;
Gracefully sublime!
Choreographed brilliance!
God the conductor
Leading spring to summer,
Fall into winter,
Youth into age,
life to death ...
To resurrection.
The time grows nearer now,
At the edge of dawn.