When early in the morn I wake

When early in the morn I wake
fretful o’er my shortcomings,
Simple solace I somehow find
in arching crook of Ibis wings.

Never will I a portrait paint
nor will I e’er poetry write
That – foggy in dawn’s fragile light –
divinely breathes to life bird’s flight.

Such truth is cause for artists’ pain
if they know not the truth entire
That Author of the Ibis wing
gives more than all earthly desire.

What words can add to sunrise gleam
that takes not more than what is giv’n?
Though poets preach and artists preen,
nought can be add to light of heav’n.

Written by: Marine Graaff

(Painting: Unknown)