"And there was light..."
I always liked mornings best
The clear, dewy kind
Glistening with newness
With golden rays stretching like the curious fingers of a child
Up over the horizon
And spilling onto oily pavement
As black as India ink
With wisps of sugary clouds
Unfolding like angel wings across the horizon
I always liked country roads best
The coarse, unpaved kind
Singing of untold adventures
Unrolling like a sheet of sand paper
Into patchwork farmland
That is suffused with life
Bordered by freshly painted white fences
And a carpet of wildflowers
That bloom in sunset colors
I always liked beginnings best
The fresh, first-day-of-school kind
Bursting with promises
The hellos and shy smiles
That draw up the corners of mouths
As though they’re pulled by puppet strings
And the nearly audible click
When eyes lock onto each other for the first time
Offering a snapshot of the soul
I always liked the prelude of creation best
The Genesis, “and there was light” kind
When my Maker spoke into the darkness
And every atom leapt
To conform to His will
When Earth knew perfection
And each created thing exuded praise
Yearning only to be mirrors
Reflecting His glory
I always liked cemeteries best
The tranquil, serene kind
Whispering sweet eternities
Where angels smile always
Their faces glowing with perpetual joy
And flowers are forever in bloom
Brought daily by loving hands
Where the Father greets His children warmly
Wrapping them up in unending love
I always liked beginnings best
The clear, dewy kind
Glistening with newness
With golden rays stretching like the curious fingers of a child
Up over the horizon
And spilling onto oily pavement
As black as India ink
With wisps of sugary clouds
Unfolding like angel wings across the horizon
I always liked country roads best
The coarse, unpaved kind
Singing of untold adventures
Unrolling like a sheet of sand paper
Into patchwork farmland
That is suffused with life
Bordered by freshly painted white fences
And a carpet of wildflowers
That bloom in sunset colors
I always liked beginnings best
The fresh, first-day-of-school kind
Bursting with promises
The hellos and shy smiles
That draw up the corners of mouths
As though they’re pulled by puppet strings
And the nearly audible click
When eyes lock onto each other for the first time
Offering a snapshot of the soul
I always liked the prelude of creation best
The Genesis, “and there was light” kind
When my Maker spoke into the darkness
And every atom leapt
To conform to His will
When Earth knew perfection
And each created thing exuded praise
Yearning only to be mirrors
Reflecting His glory
I always liked cemeteries best
The tranquil, serene kind
Whispering sweet eternities
Where angels smile always
Their faces glowing with perpetual joy
And flowers are forever in bloom
Brought daily by loving hands
Where the Father greets His children warmly
Wrapping them up in unending love
I always liked beginnings best