Day 194: The Dawn

I watched the sun rise recently, something I've never done before.  Being surrounded by nature inspires me, so I wrote a couple of poems while reading my devotions by the beach at sunrise.   They're free verse and rough drafts, but I just wrote the phrases that came to my mind.

This is one of the verses I read that helped inspire me.  James 1:11 For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.

Fresh, untainted sky.
World in perfect bliss while we drift away.
Crisp, refreshing air wrapping around the trees.
Ripple of the leaves above.
Even cadence of the waves rocking against the sand.

Birds bring in the dawn with their song,
But there is resistance.

Looming yesterday, thick and heavy
fights with the dawn.
Reason blurring on the edges of the
wide canvas of our lives overhead.
But it's the past, for pushing its way up
through the mess is hope.

Gentle bursts of pink,
Whispers of lilac encroaching on the gray,
Massive cotton puffs try with all their might
to smother that hope,
But no one can keep down that
giant orb of love.

Bold brilliance.
Fiery as it is subtle,
Sun beams rain down
and wash away the past.
Licks of tangerine turning those
Gray masses into white wisps.
And the rich man in all his folly will fall.