Dayspring – a poem by Lisa Herron

Dayspring

No gentle rising, yours —
dayspring comes
heaven crashes into earth
	      into my life
		           forever
			               right now
angel armies shout their praise 
a white horse claims the battlefield
we sup with the Lamb

I strain to catch a glimpse
and doubt my normal senses
The glory may appear guised
	      a chat with a neighbor across a back fence
			    egg salad sandwiches with my husband
				      a heap of socks that need matching
while heaven infuses every tree, every stone, every 
fiber, every breath, every second, every 
note, every particle of light and 
color and darkness

“Earth’s crammed with heaven”1




1Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

Lisa Herron writes poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction in the piney woods of the Gulf Coast. Nature is her constant inspiration, rooting her in the soil of this special place she calls home. She hopes to touch readers with a sense of humanity and connection.