The Glory of Sunrise
By John Herlihy

Day after blessed day, a miracle awaits,

Morning’s arrival with its many fates.

The world of nature holds its breath,

Day’s rebirth after nighttime’s death.

First light arrives quietly as a whisper,

Darkness departs as night’s furtive shifter.

A hint, a premonition lies in the sunrise,

Not yet fully awoken, waiting to arise.

The light not the only thing to awaken,

All the animals of nature never forsaken.

One by one, the animals stretch and yawn,

As specks of light invade the emerging dawn.

On the horizon, the eye of the sun lifts its lid,

With promises of light with nothing left hid.

The flaming orb smiles as it quietly sits there,

Lone traveler that it is with feelings to share.

The glory of sunrise sparkles in the distance,

Blessing the earth with light as I am witness.

For one fleeting second eternity enters time,

The earth is again reborn and is totally mine.