Dewfall

For your dew is a dew of light. (Is. 26:19)

Rain in pearls,

glassy sheets,

misty fine jewel-points,

splashes, crashes, patters, slakes

the softening earth.

And chiseled crystal flakes, each

a tiny masterpiece,

still as they fill the skyscape.

Snow flutters

on faintest footfalls to the ground.

But dew alights

amid midnight silence,

grows in morning’s softness

upon the trees, the leaves, the grass.

If Your dew is a dew of light,

perhaps in quiestest hours inbreaking

it catches in my heart—

life awakens to Life

as dewdrops in the sunrise.

Sr. Cecilia, CFR