Brilliant be the morning gleam
In waking waltz of childhood dream
In truth I speak of mid day sun
Stretching the sky in sleepy yawn
Loosened earth from harvest field
Steams the valley with fruitful yield
All the heaps of thistle and stalk
Rest in shadows along the walk.
Now at dusk falls the light
Conceiving faeries into flight
Dripping sky settles the grass
While tired winds gently pass
Tizzy tizzy bounce my thoughts
Until the sky breaks the lock,
That holds my fears and tames my dreams,
With star light spears, celestial streams.
Tired they fall, fiercely they blaze
Gathering the me who anxiously fades.
All at once with valiant roar
I beam with delight and freely soar.
Timothy Willard loves to sit with his wife by the bonfire and make up stories about Tom the Backyard-Badger for his three lovely daughters. When he's not carving up the Appalachian Mountains on his Salsa El Mariachi, you can find him busy writing a book, collaborating on a book, or reading a book written by someone dead and gone. Timothy studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis under theologian Alister McGrath. The author of five books, including Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society (Zondervan), Timothy is currently finishing The Life-Changing Adventure of Chasing Beauty (Eerdmans, 2019), preparing his doctoral thesis for publication, and trying to find a publisher for his first novel The Tempest and the Bloom. He lives somewhere in the south Charlotte woods.