The Rising Sun
By John Herlihy

Who in the world has asked for the day?
How it comes about, what does it say?
Opening the mouth of the night’s jaws,
The dawn light creeps in on silent paws.
For a brief moment, the sun sits on the world,
Honoring the earth like a banner unfurled.
Fragrant shade now forms in quiet groves,
Splashes of light gleam in the pond’s coves.
Behold the light that doth defy deepest space
With bestows benevolence upon the human race.
To banish the malevolence of darkness for a time,
Shards of light turn to shadows of shredded twine.
To behold the rising sun is to learn of many things,
Ancient mystery in the heart of what the sun brings.