A poem on the occasion of the Dawn Prayer service, held at Meeting House, Waitangi treaty grounds, on Waitangi Day, 2010. The Prime Minister and other dignitaries attended, and Christian minister, John Komene took the service.

Underneath the black horizon
the Whare a beckon of majesty
and gathered the dignitaries,
and in dignity she lay.

Inside the meeting house,
the Maori Minister presided,
who I could not see,
but I imagined him,
Taiaha in one hand,
the Sword of the Spirit in the other.

Deep sonorous booms came forth,
the words of a man,
a man of his word,
a man of the Word,
like flames of gold,
pelting the night sky.

Restless warrior,
who attacked the village,
you crept up on them,
an ambush,
whilst they were asleep.

The red gold cirrus slowly emerges,
along the dreary horizon,
a fitting accompaniment,
the preacher man and rising sun.

Deep wells of inner resolve,
doing war in the trenches,
in the barracks of life,
breaking down walls and fences.

The citadel of my integrous
woven into the courage of your conviction.

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