Sometimes there are no words
They fail and fall too short
Of what unfolds before my eyes
And I was at a loss in heralding
This morning’s sunrise
In pastel
Shades more brilliant
Than their name
But just a glimpse was I allowed
A glint of gold leaf edge
Of cloud
A hint of whispered masterpiece
Beyond my realm
And sky as thick as heavy cream
Was shrouding all but one small
Beam that wouldn’t be contained
And as it slowly dawned
Upon my morning mind I knew
That I was seeing through
And being granted just a little gleam
Of  heaven




Sara Mathews     November 2015