Sunrise

Winter is here, and already it has been very cold. So it is even more important to have something uplifting to lift our spirits.

I’ve been going back over some old writings, in preparation for my book, and for a monthly Poetry group I guest-hosted recently.  This poem, written in 2008, speaks of renewal and the blessings that come from finding and following your path. Despite its simplicity and flaws, I hope you enjoy it.

In Love and Light,

Alan

 

SUNRISE

 

Sunrise.

A new day is beginning.

The long night is coming to its end.

 

The darkness is relaxing its grip on me.

On the horizon, the sky is brighter,

and the clouds are wearing,

a soft shade of pink.

 

I watch spellbound…

as this most beautiful of God’s ceremonies,

begins.

 

Things are becoming clearer.

The shadows take on form and substance.

I am starting to see what is real.

 

I am beginning to see the path,

for the next part of my journey.

Everything is becoming clear.

 

The joyful, twinkling, yellow sun,

bursts over the horizon.

 

I can feel its light…

giving me hope…

giving me vitality.

 

I am no longer the flower,

contracted and closed up,

for the long, cold night.

 

I am the flower… reborn.

I am the flower…  open,

lapping up the sun’s ever-loving rays.

 

Today is here.

Today there are endless possibilities.

For today… at last…

after the long, dark night…

I am bathed in light…

and my journey has begun.