Son Rise!
by Cindee Snider Re Straddled at the edge of day, Barest blush of dawn Pales the sleep dark night. Silver notes rise crisp and long From dewy, feathered throats Puffed against the chill. Flaming herald mounts The morning sky Waking wide the color. Lush dome of earth, Is saturated in ascending Crescendo of blue, Pierced by raucous cry Of crow catching current On the wing. Dew slides slender down Tender shoots of green, Winter's melt Emerging with the sun, Ringed round with crocuses, Palest yellow daffodils And snowdrops. Beauty in abundance Waking earth from frozen sleep, Is softly stretching color into spring. Stark against this gentle dawn Is mystery of D E A T H -- Final, Lifeless, Sin-exacted death. A love so deep and holy, PURE, He sacrificed Himself For me. That I might live eternally! Straddled at this edge of day, I pray through Fridays awful winter death, And Saturdays desolate silence, Till Sundays dawn breaks In glorious resurrection! SON RISE! Triumphant! Blessed Easter morning! Cindee Snider Re lives in Sussex, WI with her husband, their five children, two cats, and two Shichon puppies. She enjoys quiet evenings, long walks, good books, homeschooling her kids, and lots of good, strong, hot, black tea. August, 2011 http://www.BreatheDeeply.org Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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