Poetry

I see God in the morning
when the eastern horizon glows blood red
and I see the sun changing its colour
where it’s climbing higher against the sky
 
when the night and the twilight
suddenly disappears silently
and the birds are singing their joyous praising songs
while the sun shines bright white in the pure blue sky
 
and there is something enchanting to the blue
as if it holds a deeper kind of meaning
when God holds the occurrences of the coming day
firmly in His omnipotent hand.