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What if the new morning sees you first

As a human wrapped in a thin blanket

Standing and staring

Bewildered at the circumstances,

A cold night huddling in the wild with others

Little food, little water, little warmth

As sweet to sour

Light to dark,

Normal life in America shattered;

Yet, to stand and quietly embrace another startling beautiful sunrise

Is a satisfying miracle in itself,

Fulfillment of an inner promise.

Worldly possessions gobbled as if by a voracious beast,

Nothing left but to flee

A scramble for survival

As new enemies of a State imploded,

Little children

Pregnant mothers and men with ashen faces

So many, so much swallowed whole.

But still the sun rises once more

Majestic purples and reds, yellows and blues

The welcome presence of new warmth,

A reminder of greater power clearly shown

Far above the base ugliness exposed in mankind.

A night of sadness and weeping

Followed by a day of wonderful light

Colors and shadows play on trees and distant hills

Strong messages without words spoken

Refreshing, so clear and vivid to the eyes,

The Lord who creates each new day

Also creates renewed hearts encouraged as vessels for His new life.

He is always present and watching,

Even in such present and temporary earthly misery

The sun of a new day rises once more to lift and warm His little children.