A New Day
How many have written of a sunrise?
The darkness pealed slowly like an orange.
A dimmer switch pushed up by God.
Then light sweeps the horizon and
overflows its banks.
The silhouettes shed layer after layer.
Shadows stretch, yawn, and stick.
It dawns on me.
This day I will stand in the light
and watch the shadow turn around me.
The silhouette lays on the ground
as an evidence that my
life is transient.
That transience casts a shadow
this new day.
The sun’s up and I won’t spend
this day chasing shadows.
I will walk in the light.
>best way to walk…but no matter how fast i go…the shadow it follows me…smiles.
>This was beautiful. What a grace-filled way to start a day.So many write of the sunrise, but not many write of the light.
>Simple and lovely.. i enjoyed reading it… thanks for sharing…ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah ShivayaTwitter: @VerseEveryDayBlog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
>Life truly is like a shadow.Only the soul is shadowless…formless…
>That light is a true comfort on the darkest of days – love your perspective in this poemThanks for sharing with One Shot and glad to have you joining usMoonie smiles