The sun ascends,
climbing like a sloth,
winking through the leaves.
Soon its light will spread
Like a garment laid out
upon the horizon.
For now, I wait,
Like a psalmist,
For His face to
Shine on me.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
Reminds me of Psalm 104:2 The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment;
he stretches out the heavens like a tent