His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from His hands, where His awesome power is hidden.
— Habakkuk 3:4
The sun nestled near
the rising mountains,
the great gray mountains
peach-kissed by warming
rays, just as it has been
since dawn’s creation,
and I count each day
I’ve lived, each sunrise
witnessed, amazed
at the blessings bestowed
in continual cadence,
and so I praise, thankful
for each hued gradation
as I mark the hours
of another beautiful day.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2021
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