The Birth of Day
The Morning Sky is blown open by an epic sunrise. Groaning’s are heard as creation awakens to a subtle wind breathing.
A pink lite sky explodes into a brilliant orange gleaming with the pureness of day break, dreams faint, fading into memory.
I’ve been ready to see this day, my light shining in an awesome display, finally seeing the fruit of my labor,
When all work was done in the depth of darkness, when the Sun laid hidden away, participating in the making of creation, when prayers where loosed in my darkest moments;
Desire joined with hope giving focus to faith. Now soul stands with open arms, reaching for the dusk at the cusp of a warm embrace….