Making of a sunrise
Not something that we do
We just sit and be
And let it come from You
Gift that’s blessed to us
Not something we control
Its true beauty seen
Through the eye of soul
Moving of its colors
Joy is found right here
When the clouds descend
We know that it’s still there
Similar to God’s love
Shining everywhere
Blessed is the receiver
Reflecting in it share
This poem expresses the heart of contemplative prayer. Thanks!
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