Dim,
as through a glass darkly,
eyes seek out Your light.
Veils, be gone –
cataracts seek sun
as surfer seeks sea,
rest and restoration
no matter the weather.
Rise,
dawn of my heart,
bloom in rainbows
where winter once reigned.
As dawn burns away fog,
so Your light burns me –
pride,
arrogance,
deceit,
all melt in Your gaze.
Obscurity
and Denial
are no match for Your rays;
they squirm
and justify
but are undone like morning mist.
So rise,
Morning Star,
Your radiance
is welcome
to live here,
in my dark places,
where night has reigned too long.
Rise
and shine
and
paint me daybreak,
colour me rainbow,
and call me
Morning…
Lightning kisses gem-crusted crown,
alights upon noble forehead;
sunrise slowly smolders,
clasps clusters of diamonds
around royal throat.
Epaulettes are embellished
with sparkling insignia,
waist encircled with sash of sapphires.
Trousers lit by torch-lit tourmaline,
shoes polished to a singular sheen
until
King Ash is resplendent
head to toe.
Solitary,
I watch,
enthralled by the pomp
and splendour,
witness to a
Coronation.
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I had a front-row seat to the most magnificent sunrise ever to strike the face of a hoar-frosted earth this morning! I was brought to tears as I realized that I was witnessing a coronation of sorts. As Jacob did of old, I ‘leaned on my staff and worshipped’…
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