My husband and I got up to meet the Sun this morning. It rises at 10:40 now, so it is not hard to get out and see the sunrise. And, my, what beauty! This morning it almost looked like the pale moon, shimmering through the sea spray, as we first saw the white rim of it rising over the ocean horizon. The waves were wild today. Mad seas. And it made the sun look so beautiful! Here’s some poetry that celebrates the Sun Rise.
Why I Wake Early
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
in happiness, in kindness.”
― Mary Oliver
Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
is your ultimate
― Suzy Kassem