The Sunrise

A casting light radiates the mild darkness; its enveloping brilliance reaches down, softly kissing the cold winter’s earth, easing warmth, and instilling beauty to its monochrome form.
The sky-filled canvas reveals shades softly blending together in harmony, complementing the contrast of colors of the lonely field beneath.
Moments later, the same serenity rests upon still waters overlooking a bridge. The illuminating light dances upon glistening, timid ripples, an invitation to the cold crisp waters, an intoxicating thrill of energy abounds.
What splendor these pictures portray in the stillness of the dawn, a humbling distraction from the here-to-there syndrome of life’s monotony.
Its captivating uniqueness bears a seal of authenticity.
This painting no human artist could independently fashion, nor in such a way, as to eradicate inertness, and awaken it with the anticipation of the promise of a new day.


5 Comments:
You are quite the wordsmith!!! I LOVE your imagery. I can feel it in my bones and heart as you describe things. It makes my heart swell to read good "poetry."
Also, I can't believe you compared maturity to a ZIT!!! You are quite the oxymoron sometimes ;-D
ps--SO glad you finally wrote!!!! You should do it more often
you know your word verification is saying "tasdc" right now? Don't know why that strikes me as funny. I guess it makes me think of "NASDAC"
I know, this is number four for me! But I just read your comment on my blog with Galations and I wanted to say thanks. That was very encouraging!
Here's for comment number 5!!!!
Lynette,
When all else fails, blog about the mundane! Like, for instance the fact that your roomate woke you up super early today and couldn't stop talking to you when you tried to get those ten extra minutes of sleep!
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