The poem “Hymn of the Breaking Day” celebrates the dawn as a symphony of birdsong, where sparrows, finches, cardinals, robins, wrens, blackbirds, and warblers blend their voices in a melodic awakening. As sunlight touches the earth, their chorus transforms the silence of night into a vibrant hymn, symbolizing the Creator’s praise and the day’s rebirth, culminating in a sacred song from the Creator’s embrace.

The dawn unspools its golden gleam,
A chorus stirs the fading dream.
Through misty leaves, the birds ascend,
Their symphony begins to bend.

The sparrow pipes a sprightly tune,
The finch replies beneath the moon.
The cardinal glows with crimson call,
A soaring note to lift us all.

The robin spins a silken lay,
The wrens let ripples dance and play.
Each wingbeat hums through waking skies,
A melody where beauty lies.

The trees sway soft, their branches sing,
A stage for every fluttering wing.
The blackbird pours a velvet plea,
The warbler threads sweet filigree.

Their voices weave, entwine, and soar,
A song the night could not restore.
As sunlight gilds the dewy earth,
Their anthem hails the day’s rebirth.

The world awakes in lilting grace,
A hymn from our Creator’s embrace.

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