Soft Sunrise

The world is sometimes kissed awake in the morning
Warm as a mother’s hug and caress, reminding us of God’s touch
That there will be beauty and peace
The inspiration of thought born of feeling
Or is it the bold thought that came before the feeling
Was the sunrise first, or the sunset
For without one there is not the other
A complete symmetry of time, like a hug
The yin and yang of sunset bold
And sunrise soft completing us