I saw the sun rise this
morning
from behind a mountain range
like a spark builds to a
flickering flame,
reaching for all hands outstretched
who wish to clasp its gentle
warming.
Then I turned around to see
the valley behind and below
as if it too were rising
up and out
like Morning Glories when
their petals
reach for the sun's radiant
glow.
I imagined the sun was Christ
on the Third Day,
and the valley was us
His light drawing us near.
He is risen! I sang out,
and then did the David Dance,
with all my might
like I wouldn't get another
chance.
2 Samuel 6:14-15
"And (King) David danced
before the Lord with
all his might...and David
and all the people
brought up the Ark of the
Lord with shouts of
joy and blowing ram's horns." |
