May 18, 2008

"Sunrise" [the poem that began my longing to write years ago]

I stepped out early this morning,
When it was still night, but hinting of day....
And felt like a child, eager to unwrap a birthday gift,
Yet having to wait.

This morning's sunrise was a slow unwrapping of color.
And in the end, I was not disappointed.
I marvelled at the magic....
God's indescribable creativity displayed yet again.

In less than an hour, the night sky
Was dramatically transformed into dawn,
And then, the magic was gone....
And the sky: just blue,
With a big, round ball of fire on its horizon.

Another day quietly it came....
A loud, yet soundless whisper in the sky:
The silent shouting of heaven....
A glimpse of God.