Night begins to change to day…
The sky begins to brighten.
God’s command it must obey,
The load begins to lighten.
On the horizon, your gaze is fixed.
Searching for first light…
You stand with your emotions mixed,
Of what is wrong or right.
Your stare intense, almost to say…
Your will could make it faster.
Although, alas, the birth of day…
Is God’s creation, not man’s disaster.
Hope you see, is like the dawn…
With all its splendor and glory.
Cannot be rushed, it comes from God…
Not you… End of Story!!!
By: Scott Christiansen
Scott Christiansen's poetry is printed here by permission. Please do not take without written approval of the author. You may visit his website at www.connectwithscott.com