This Morning

The sun hath risen, barren of warmth. Light is its maker. the rays of loveliness reflect the colors of the leaves, a rainbow of promises coming forth brought by the new day. How lovely is your creation oh God! Why am I deserving? Light! Sun! I need thee! For the darkness of the night hath filled the void in my soul, soaking up the remainder of hope. A black evil, descending upon the mortals that dwell on earth. May light of the immortal, of the other realm, battle the darkness that has covered my thoughts! Light of the sun! Come! Morning has arrived, Darkness has fled. My Spirit, my breath, can indeed be seen, tis so cold. The light hath come! The warmth I desire must, however, come from You, my Eternal Creator. Fill up the void in my soul for darkness may last for a night, but joy comes with the promise of the rising of a new dawn......