Choruses Of New Song Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I

In chorus I
the Dawn has come
the Dawn has whittled
the tearful drama of the night:
quiet!
the waves roll not but plain
stretch immense full a main.

Quiet!
Magic words for hearts
that pained and
suffering go:
and
frozen groan the stars
and night-dews scent

Scant
the waters in the palace
song
roll by the beaches in the
empty halls
where
ghosts and shrouds in
conclave
groaned last night.

the hedgehog
sleeps
too tired for food
has been roaming
the day
for food to search
to feed its young ones

open your eyes my Monsignor
for you will beauty be
soon
deeper than in deepest
night
and fervid dawn.