Sunrise, Trail Crest Pass, Mt. Whitney Trail
Sing me a song of dawn elation: That infinite moment of hushed consideration When God sits lightly on creation; A time of anticipation, Preparation For the sun’s slow leaping while stillness thrives; Preparation For the Son’s slow leaping into our lives. I revel with the dawn-birds singing joy to all; No words can describe their morning call; Our doxology Does not match their Gloria Patri. What a magic time when God breathes joy upon the lake And kisses the pink-buds and yellow-buds awake