I awoke to darkness
Of nothing but to see
But then upon horizon
It changed in front of me
Gently of appearing
Of the softest hue
One of the transforming
Of colors pink and blue
Though the earth be moving
Creation all was still
In awe of silent praising
We offer up our will
To the light of turning
In gift of day begun
And in this holy moment
All of us are one
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Very beautiful poem.
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A lovely poem…beautiful photo to match! But even without the picture, your words painted the color of the sky.
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Well done Daryl! Your verses have captured the unique beauty of a sunrise. Just like snowflakes, no two sunrises are ever the same.
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