Friday, February 26, 2016


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.

¨But the way of the right(eous) is like the early morning light.
It shines brighter and brighter until the perfect day.¨ 
Proverbs 4:18

Photo by:  Sian Monument

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