Beauty awoke me at dawn this April morning
A light so striking it drew me like a magnet to my window.
The moon at the horizon, half full, dangling between dark, light, light
dark clouds iridescent from the reflection of the rising sun.
I turned to the east
The sun glowing through dark light, light dark clouds,
spreading morning light
sending the moon on its way
momentarily
I saw beauty reflecting God
Leaving only the experience of you,
God of beauty, outdoing yourself
for human delight.

My morning prayer
was complete
and would not soon be forgotten
a light so striking
pulling me out of bed.

A light so striking this April morn

The moon half full, in the west on the horizon
was darting in and out of the
white, dark clouds
Iridescent from the reflection of the rising sun
Like a magnet I turned to the east
the sun couched in the white-dark clouds
Spreading its morning light
Slowly sending the moon on its way
Momentarily
I saw beauty
Leaving only the experience of you
O God of beauty,
Outdoing yourself
for human delight.