At Least This: One More Dawn

I am but a pilgrim, a rather pitiful one at that, certainly not a sage. So when an isolated few pitch honor my way by consulting me and by speaking of my wisdom, I cringe, for of my extreme incompetence am I aware. I shudder, really I do, to consider what a mess this world is in if I am among the wise, except perhaps if it is understood that I am standing on the bottom rung of such a group. For I easily recall the thinness of the pool of wisdom from which I draw.

At least in one thing, however, do I admit to wisdom, that one thing being the acknowledgement of the wonder and the glory of dawn–the awakening to one more day on this earth.

From my unpublished novel, THE SOUL OF ABRAM CLARK

Fingers of dawn began their scribble over the dark sky, and the sun pulled up the edge of night so that paint of pink and blue filled the sky. Now between the trees could be seen the changeling sky, as its fresh self took to the day, its glow serving to note one more night’s survival.

. . .and from another chapter.

He moved along the trail and now a hint of rising sun played on the canyon walls, the inky blue of midnight having grayed to dawn. A watercolor pallet of sunrise threw its tones about the walls and the hues of the rock named the light and became burnt tangerine and creamy raspberry. Abram snapped the shutter of his camera with such rapidity the buffer filled and he must stop to let the processor catch up. By the second, the light changed and the monuments and temples of stone moved forward and backward as the sun rose ever higher, and shadows came, and then reformed.

Few persons had risen so early. The quiet trail led to a widening of the canyon where in a spot that claimed a panoramic view a bench had been placed. Abram sat. A haunting mood took him and he knew the throaty notes of a flute should whisper, or should be heard the plucked strings of a harp.

Then the sun tipped all the way over the eastern edge of the vista and the sky striped itself crimson. Ice glittered on the trees and a veritable world of magic had been struck.

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More than a year ago, I finished the first draft of this novel and made feeble attempts to get the attention of an agent and/or a publisher with no positive results. (My attempts were so feeble that, sorry to say, I didn’t even follow up on all leads I was given. 😦 See I told you I’m not very wise.) Since then the book has been simmering in my mind, on the hard drive of my MacBook, and printed out on white pages, punched, and inserted into a leather binder. Today, I finished one more draft and believe I have polished the book to the highest sheen of which I am capable. The book is an excellent one, and I plan to try to get it published.

Would love to hear feedback from you!

5 thoughts on “At Least This: One More Dawn

  1. Jamesandsharonatkison

    U r so gifted with words of descriptions and wisdom. It is such pleasure to read your writings. It is a talent to be a writer. Keep it going my friend.

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  2. Arthur (Johnny) Hodges

    Shirley, all ur writings R excellent. The book should b classic & a best seller. I urge u not give up. Keep trying & get it published. Love, JOHNNY.

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  3. Jana McVay

    I am in awe of your ability to write such descriptive passages that bloom into full color in my mind. I want to know more about Abram, his photography, and his journey with God. Truly a masterpiece in the making.

    And although you may not feel like you are higher than a rung or two on the ladder of wisdom, I must say that you have blessed my life and those around me with your insight, your joy, and your fervor for the things of God. Wisdom comes from above and your relationship with Him has yielded great storehouses which you generously and most times unknowingly share with those around you.

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  4. Rebecca

    Beautifully descriptive, Sis. Buxton. Your words paint an image readers will find irresistible. Best of luck with publication.

    Thank you my dear friend, the one who knows I do not understand commas and probably never will, but loves me anyway. 🙂

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  5. ARTHUR HODGES 2

    SHIRLEY U R A GREAT WRITER! I ENJOY AA UR MUSINGS. THE BOOK SHOULD B A GREAT SUCCESS!

    Your words mean a lot to me . . . you a fellow lover of words. Thank you for reading here.

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