The sun rises and another day turns its face westward with the dawn.
What awaits us as we spy the light, sharing its brightness with each passing minute, casting golden rays upon the newborn day?
It buries the dark, rising, overpowering the night and making yesterdays varying triumphs and failures fade; bringing hope for today.
She renews each piece of earth from horizon to here as I watch;
Field and prairie ablaze with red, yellow and glowing orange.
Twinkling white diamonds of water; ponds, lakes, streams, even mighty oceans rise to glow in the shimmering greatness of gentle rays.
Living things await the coming day, some to rise, some to sleep,
But all know it is a new day, with new choices,
given to us, rising, on the Hand of God.