Who knows where wonder lusts,
and how gold retains the end
of all layered compulsion.
The push pins of night
will stick a staggered light,
and day lids will fall again.
Who knows where wonder lusts,
and how gold retains the end
of all layered compulsion.
The push pins of night
will stick a staggered light,
and day lids will fall again.
How many have written of a sunrise?
The darkness peeled slowly like an orange.
The thumb of God pushed up the dimmer switch.
The light swept the horizon and overflowed its banks.
Silhouettes shed layer after layer.
Shadows stretched, yawned, and shrunk.
It dawned on me.
This day, I will stand in the light.
I will walk in the light.
No sense in tripping over shadows.
“Jesus once again addressed them: ‘I am the world’s Light. No one who follows me stumbles around in the darkness. I provide plenty of light to live in.'” John 8:12 The Message