Contributed by Abby from Fan the Flame. “…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. I wait 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 …