Dawn

by Elizabeth Reninger


Original Language English

at this time
when the light is not yet
useful, merely
beautiful

when a bright
honey pours
nectar over a curved
horizon, into a nameless

chalice, and your vision
wakes also, as if
to meet it, touching
everything

when for an endless
moment all
colors are
this

color a shimmering
fabric an infinite
wisdom this

body
of pure love, so suddenly

your own. . .

-- from And Now the Story Lives Inside You, by Elizabeth Reninger

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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

It's been far too long since we last had a poem by Elizabeth Reninger.

Each time I read this poem, feeling for an image or idea to hook my attention and suggest something to write in commentary, I find myself transported, line-by-glowing line, through to the end. I'll sit silent today and reread this poem once more. My advice? Do the same.

And have a beautiful day!








Dawn