Aurora Borealis
The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning
With the morning star still glowing brightly
Crickets calling for their mates to come
Noise of man already begun
The air is cool with a crispness
Inviting one to stay on the porch
Taking in all God's awaking of the earth
A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky
Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied
My body by God who created the earth
Birds begin to sing God's praises
One lone bird flying high in the darkness
He is just a shadow flying by
To grace my morning on the porch
He must be the early bird that gets the worm
There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move
As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades
Gradually disappearing from sight
Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun
Each tree shadow takes on a different shape
The colors in the sky constantly changes
Just like our lives, no matter how well planned
Life happens and changes occur for good or bad
With mountain top experiences or down in the valley
God is always there but sometimes
We walk off and leave him
He weeps as we turn our back to go
Thank you God for this time
My time on the porch
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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