The Scent of Dawn

 The Scent of Dawn

As when upon a sudden breeze,

unexpected and unsought, 

the faintest fragrance 

stirs the stony soul,

breaks free the bonded heart,

and wakes the old wild

longing for the shores of home;

so did the first flowered breathing

of that Easter garden’s

long promised dawn arise in you,

O Lady of the morning light,

and thrill awake the wounded 

world-soul by your very being,

bringing at last

the hope of Eden’s healing,

you, the fore-echo of an alleluia Spring, 

borne from the blossom 

of your blessed birth,

the scent of new dawn divine

that stirs afresh 

the branched tree of being,

whispering long forgotten songs 

of home and healing,

to charm our winter’s end at last

and bring the coming of the green, 

the rising of the golden sap, 

the flowering of the honeyed bloom 

that Son drenched, scent sings us, 

saves us, and draws us home again.