Sunrise

The sky was turning lighter fast,

The sun was on the rise.

I really wanted a good shot

Of those rich, golden skies.

But I was tired to the bone,

Could barely raise my head,

And I was really not inclined

To even leave my bed.

So I decided that I’d catch

Sunrise another day,

For I was certain that it would

Rise again, come what may.

But then a thought occurred to me,

While more dawns lie in store,

I am not equally assured

To have that many more.

And so I rose up from my bed,

My camera in my hand,

And as the sun cleared the ridgeline

I caught God’s golden hand.