Sara Kendrick Poet Free verse

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

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Moonbee Canady September 28, 2009 at 5:57 PM Oh, Thank You Sara... for sharing such a beauty of a moment with us... There is something so peaceful about witnessing nature/God's Creation in Action... Hopefully, more of us will have the presence of mind to connect with it... Great Write MoonBee

John Freeman September 28, 2009 at 5:50 PM Well spent time on the porch, all the beautiful things of nature Sara. I've been able to see a aurora borealis here in Arkansas one time, that I remember. We just aren't able to see them very often here. Thanks for comment on my Granddaughter poem. She is eleven now, and has had many experiences with our source. She's my baby. Sincerely Moses

Margaret Okubo September 28, 2009 at 7:18 AM Simply awesome. Touches the very soul. But thank God that when we turn our back on Him he does not turn His back on us. What a faithful God. Thank you for sharing this inspirational piece. Thanks also for your kind comments. Blessings, Margaret.