Start of day

A sunrise comes.
Its first rays light up my face.
A shadows domain overthrown.
A days work begun.
Its tentative warmth takes
away the chill of the night.
Of darkness.

I look upon the city into which
I will go to work.
It is in darkness.
Self-imposed by its position, buildings.
I will take my warmth into the city.
A warmth that comes from the sunrise.
That rises every day for me.

OK, I admit it. This is an allegorical poem. Just replace “Sun” with “Son” and see what God says to you.


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