From the womb of the dawn
came a ray of light.
It shimmered silvery-rose
upon the dark, silhouetted horizon.
¨Wake up!¨ she whispered.
¨It´s a new day, a new time.¨
The light grew brighter and chameleoned
into coral, red and glad orange.
The fiery ball began to rise with proud protagonism,
while the silver-rose ray of light
slipped quietly, unobtrusively, into the background.
Her short work was done.
Yet she was content.
For I had heard her.
I had seen her promise and understood:
The much-anticipated season of Light
that will crush my Darkness
Starts with noticing...
the simple silver-rose ray.
Photo by: Sian Monument