“…The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.” Proverbs 4:18
You are beckoning
Beyond the noise and sheer commotion
of freedom to pick a million useful things.
You are calling
into the weariness that seeks a physical answer
believing it will come.
You are singing
A clear and radiant song so beautiful
and ancient…first song speaking into existence.
And I come
Smooth, cool sand squishing between my toes
Anticipation of a promise that began with the first light.
Clouds covering first bright glimmer
Excitement growing for what will surely become.
My soul sings
At first just specks of brilliant red and orange hues
Alive, young and powerful they grow stronger.
My heart rejoices
A force so unrelenting pushes forth
Past grayness of night and first affront of cloudy cover.
My life is renewed
As rays break through to combat the shadows of the night
A light whose hands raise high in worship
You are true
Breaking forth in morning glory
Running across shimmering waters to reach me.
You are lovely
A gift so ordinary and yet divine
That ushers in each new day with promise.
You are mine
With gorgeous beauty beheld I remember in wonder
the God of my youth who ever beckons, calls, leads and guides.