Dawnings
held
By Nicholas Hooper
in the arms of you
I am held for a while
as the moon wanes
and dawning darkness
surrounds my small shed
light will come, I hear
and song and food
and something else of life
a nugget of wisdom
or a moment of warmth
as a stream of wealth
that fullness of living
with step by step
and finding refuge
in the one who holds
make a garden of my truth
as I trust in another
the flowers will come and go
the trees will grow and fall
but all will be held in your arms
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper