Light

I wrote this poem while recovering from a very frustrating injury...like it or loath it...here it is. Enjoy!

Light


The night holds its own, silent and cold.
Midnight blue shades the horizon
Without warning, light melts down the hills, burning at the heels of darkness like a lava flow.
Where can it go from the lights presence?
Can darkness hide?

Light soon envelops the mountain and runs down further, now to the valley.
It's been cold for so long.
Warmth breathes on the waters, whispers through the trees and glazes over the grassy meadows.
Light greets the wind.
Wild flowers break free from the heavy dew, swaying back and forth in a rainbow of colour.

Life stirs
All the creatures reach for the dawn.
Light. What is more majestic?

Now here I stand in awe of the sunrise in all its splendor.
The sun.
The Son.