silence falls
in the quiet i wait in anticipation
for the song that comes with the dawn.
it's black, the darkest part of night,
and cold.
shivering in pain
my ears strain for sound
hoping the joyful noise
will cut through this emptyness.
dawn breaks with the simple call
of a mourning dove.
lonely sound soon joined by a chorus of love
welcome the worship.
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