The Rise

by TS S. Fulk

Jet black darkness, the moonless sky’s

patiently waiting for the sun

to scare away the absence of

color, brightness, and all things good

it’s just an orb of gas and heat

yet the sight of this yellow ball

over the horizon can cause

oratorios in the throats 

of bird and man alike

the symphony of dawn

as conducted by God 

for the hearing of both

angel and man alike

all of the planets sing

Is it really a surprise that 

I rejoice to greet her