Unspeakable Joy Comes In the Morning

I see strings of light a circular harp to hear angels sing as God plucks the rays Rising sound of loving light pure and sharp and sons of the morning’s adoring praise I hear all creation reach in warming glow moved so by the strumming of the light dancing on the waters in crescendo reflections echo the golden sight I felt the awe of a sunrise this morn but I am writing like I have no pen describing the feeling my words are shorn falling short as though they have never been But the harp is still playing a pure song I cannot find the words but I do long