The Suntimes
It was just before sunrise in the eastern sky, just a few minutes before seven this morning, There was a most glorious and eyeopening picture. One could clearly see what appeared to be a heavenly collabaration between the clouds, the earth, God, and the sun.
Were I a member of that divinely distinguished group, I would have voted for things to remain just the way I saw them this morning. The sunlight was lingering as if it could not wait to burst through the horizon; and the clouds were scattered, preferring not to depart. But God was painting an elaborate portrait in His vast domain; and when finished, He demanded leave of the hesitant clouds, because it was time for the rising sun.
09122017 PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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