Lady Of The Dawn Poem by Rosi Caswell

Your eyes have seen much suffering
Oh Lady of The Dawn,
But as you've travelled down the years
You've built afresh your morn.
Courage it takes many forms,
It's virtues to bestow.
Our fortune turns, then turns again,
We rise to high from low.
As you've traversed the hardest paths,
You've held your hand to others.
What greater gift from suffering comes
Than to liberate sisters and brothers.
So out of all your trauma,
The Phoenix rises new,
And the world, it dawns a better place
From having known, just you.