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Tim Seigel 1959 (Iowa)


Dawn flows from my tender heart;
pale, distant, ever drawing near.
You must reside in the darkness of night
to find your hope in this infant light,
rising unknown to wash away your shame.
My light, in silence, whispers the promise of day,
elusive, mystical, emergent, and pervasive.

This lighgt penetrates every crack
in my sleepless walls of slumber.

About this poem

This poem is inspired from the Gospel of Luke 1: 78-79. It is the last verse of a prayer known as the Benedictus, or Canticle of Zechariah.

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Written on December 28, 2021

Submitted by frtjseigel on December 28, 2021

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  • fr_t
    Thank you very much ggsunmoon. I am off this week, and will dedicate some time to that line. I am so grateful for that encouraging critique.
    LikeReplyReport28 days ago
  • ggsunmoon
    Love it , i think the line dwell in darkness needs reworked but the imagery is strong
    LikeReplyReport28 days ago
  • fr_t
    Thanks robertrad2021 for your kind affirmation. I know there's a huge typo, but I haven't figured out how to be able to edit it. But I guess the message is still the same. Tim
    LikeReplyReport2 months ago
  • robertrad2021
    excellent poem.
    LikeReplyReport2 months ago
  • Roshny
    Inspiring work. His light, a beautiful promise made reality for those who believe.
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    I did not start writing "poetry" till my 87 th birthday 6 months ago ! And I have produced 27 of sorts so far, Who knows what lurks behinds the savage breast ! Poetry is a song of the heart, but sometimes we can get out of tune ! An expression of who we really are, our tastes will differ but in reality we become as one. ! We are artists painting our words on paper, the pen is mightier than the sword, able to produce master pieces. My favorite poem is Alfred Lord Tennyson called " The Bar.' That poem is about me right now because I am living it - body, mind, heart and soul ! Et Tu Brute. Bravo to all fellow writers, dip your pen and create ! 
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  • Dougla$Irishman
    Is it not strange we see God in so many ways different from others ? Us mortals need some Godly education, who is our teacher but the Holy Spirit !
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
  • Soulwriter
    Enlightening :) Truthfully though, the words are eloquently arranged. Thank you for sharing
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
    • fr_t
      Thank you, Soulwriter. Not many people characterize me as eloquent, but I have to say, I sorta like how Dawn turned out. Keep on writing!
      LikeReplyReport 14 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    Tim, you are a Catholic priest, I am a born again Baptist, can we co exist ? Lets learn from each other through our poetry. Phil 1 :21.
    LikeReplyReport 14 months ago
    • fr_t
      Thanks for you message, Dougla$. I have the sense that you are a more prolific writer of poetry than I am. I write when the Spirit moves me, which hasn't been much lately. If it is possible that I can be notified when you write a new poem, I will look forward to discussing it with you. I would be glad to do the same for you. Our religious beliefs/denominations are not an issue for me at all. Keep writing. Tim 
      LikeReplyReport4 months ago
  • frtjseigel
    Thank you Dougla$. I read one yours yesterday, too, and thought it was very good. Please, no need for an apology at all. I very miuch appreciated your insight. I found a little bit of a discrepency in my thought about God speaking to us near the end of the poem. It probably still needs a little bit of work. Thank you for your very kind reply. Tim 
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    Thanks for your answer, we all come from a different slant on things. My apologies please !-Friends in writing !
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    I looked up the verses in the Bible but your poem did not mentioned God in your poem, the Author and Finisher of our faith ! But your poem was good and interesting ! Bravo ! Keep writing.
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
    • frtjseigel
      God is the speaker of the poem, not me. I know I wrote it, but it was borne out of prayer, and my feeble attempt to listen to God.
      LikeReplyReport4 months ago


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