Feel the Sunrise

shrimp-boat-sunrise-1445726-mSun rose, bold and brash,
Flaming bronze across the sky.
Horizontal in its peeking,
Not yet determined to push away the night.

I sat still as stone,
My feet grown useless,
A part of the splintered floor beneath them.
I sat still as stone, paralyzed by anticipation,
Awaiting glory.

The air is clear.
Not devoid of color, warmth or sound,
Indeed full of bird song,
Tenderness and blushes, tints, pops of pigment.
Waiting…

It is clear of confusion—
That slept away.
Clear of fear and timidity,
Not yet risen for the day.

Sun bold, streaks upward,
Advancing on the night.
But as I listen and feel for glory,
Eyes close to restrain my sight.

Have I felt the sunrise before?
This so remarkable, could I forget?

First a small toe, then five
As heat seeps up my ankle.
Goosebumps swell, pop and fade
As radiance explores me.

Glory.
I feel it stealing over me, slowly,
Awakening each pore.
Devours knee, thigh, waist,
Shoulder, neck, cheek…
And I am Glory.

Melded one and melted into
Divine joy, newness, declaration.
Life Lives! It calls:
Awaken.

One Day to the Next

A delightful morning of 68 degrees.

How you confound your creation with

Tsunami-rash changes of tone, texture and shadowing effects.

One day an abrasive yellow orb

Scratches earth’s surface with scalding rays.

Flowers pine for refreshment  and people hid in shadows.

On its heels pursues a gale that pitches grit across the sidewalk.

Leaves escape their branches and scurry to messy piles of friends.

We predict a storm!

Red sky, it happens every time.

Batten hatches, sneak to bed, ears craning for claps of thunder.

Hush small one, can you see tomorrow?

A yolk cracks on eastern sky and

Begins to thin the chill.

Stillness permeates the waves

As earth bows to Sovereign will.

(Ps. 96:11-13, 97:5)