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,
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.