The Majesty of Morning

From Margo Marrone (7/30/02)

I arise, tired from a restless sleep.
Why, my Father, such a fitful night?
The darkness hangs about the trees,
The shades on dawn’s windows still shut tight.
But as I look – a wondrous change takes place,
A ridge of red flickers to life.
I see it vaguely through the trees,
Only if I hold my head just right.
But in my vigil I persist & wait,
Til suddenly the whole horizon’s bright.
There seems almost a fire beyond the trees,
The world’s aglow & shows Your might
And so what lesson would You have me learn –
Though darkness comes, You bring the Light.

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