Right before dawn in a clear sky you can see them.  Little fluttering dawn angels that dance and swirl announcing the Queen’s entrance.  Like flower girls down a golden carpet they scatter themselves coral petals against the pale horizon. 

Be the first light they said.  Fill up with shining and spill over.  But my human side was reticient and, like the mountain, pulled gray skies over my head and wanted to stay snuggled in the soft mist on the field, hiding myself.  I dunwanna be shiney.  I am pouting that life isn’t all vacation.

Wrap yourself in the soft yellow light and feel the warmth She surrounds me.  I will let Her shine and just be a dawn angel.