New Poem Draft

Because the light has need of space  8
I walked the mile onto a hill  8
To seek a luminescent grace    8
In one accommodating place    8
To wait where even birds were still.  8

My presence on this dark retreat  8      My presence on this isle of Maine
I knew could surely calm my soul  8
As mountain height and sunlight meet  8  A mountain true and darkness claim
To mark a  wooded magic peak    8          Each night in blackness there remain
And to the heaven's view life exstole.  8    Awaiting life there to unfold.

The newest day drawn to this sight  8
Will here alone as morn begins    8   
Among the viewers' own delight  8
And all that God so treasures right  8
Delivered on the softest wind.  8

This island holds the highest peak    8
And through the eastern cloud surveys  8
Where North America does seek      8
The truest morning light to greet      8
A glimpse of such a brand new day.  8