Sunrise
From behind a cloud,
The sun peeks out
And the glory of God washes over me,
The moon hangs full lingering sheepishly
In the morning sky.
How many times can one be inspired
By the golden sunrise?
That all depends
On how many days I'm granted this lifetime.
Copyright © Benjamin Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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