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Feel the Sunrise
by Abby Kelly Sun rose, bold and brash, Flaming bronze across the sky. Horizontal in its peeking, Not yet determined to push away the night. I sat still as stone, My feet grown useless, A part of the splintered floor beneath them. I sat still as stone, paralyzed by anticipation, Awaiting glory. The air is clear. Not devoid of color, warmth or sound, Indeed full of bird song, Tenderness and blushes, tints, pops of pigment. Waiting It is clear of confusion That slept away. Clear of fear and timidity, Not yet risen for the day. Sun bold, streaks upward, Advancing on the night. But as I listen and feel for glory, Eyes close to restrain my sight. Have I felt the sunrise before? This so remarkable, could I forget? First a small toe, then five As heat seeps up my ankle. Goosebumps swell, pop and fade As radiance explores me. Glory. I feel it stealing over me, slowly, Awakening each pore. Devours knee, thigh, waist, Shoulder, neck, cheek And I am Glory. Melded one and melted into Divine joy, newness, declaration. Life Lives! It calls: Awaken. Learn more about me on my website: http://predatory-lies.com/about-me/ Please find my book on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Surviving-Predatory-Lies-Anorexia-Kelly-ebook/dp/B00HFGMBJA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389645006&sr=8-1&keywords=predatory+lies Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |