Sunrise
The other day I was driving east on the I-80/90 toll road, the usual route for my morning commute.
My days start early and I typically drive to work in the dark.
However, on this day I got a later start than usual.
As I raced along in my 2012 Jeep Wrangler, sipping coffee, and listening to the morning radio show on the local hard rock station, the sun pierced the dark blue-gray clouds of early morning with brilliant hues of orange and red.
Darkness was dispelled as I drove into the heart of the sunrise.
Suddenly, I found myself silently praying:
Thank you for a beautiful morning.
And I remembered a line from Psalm 19 in the Bible:
The heavens declare the glory of God;
The skies proclaim the work of his hands.
It’s poetry.
Because sunrises can’t really be described.
They can only be experienced.
