2. RISE
On a dark and frosty meadow,
‘Fore the dawning of the Sun,
The morning birds are singing,
For their day has just begun.
A cool breeze gently shifts the trees
While all the world is waking;
A golden hue now pierces night
As distant stars are fading.
The Sun now slowly rises,
Giving light to those who see,
And all His face now shines upon
Reflects with fervent glee.
And all who are are nourished
By the Sun’s peculiar rays.
The campfire warms them through their nights;
The sunlight through their days.
The cold and lonely valley
Now becomes a lively sight
As foxtails glide above the grass
And bugs reflect the light.
And all that is is ising
As the daylight shelters all
From the terrors that the darkness brings—
But every Sun must fall.
He’ll rise with might to midday heights
And bear His horrid fate;
He’ll slowly sink below the hills
Neath Mother Nature’s weight.
And never will He shirk from this
Divine preordination,
For e’en the Sun that shines above
Is bound by fate’s causation.
Wilt thou now feel the warmth of He
Who shines from Heaven’s heights,
Sharing Wisdom with each son of His
Who, every candle, lights?
Wilt thou listen to His promptings
As He seeks to, chaos, part?
Wilt thou sit upon a mountain,
Writing Wisdom from thy heart?
Or wilt thou ever tarry
In the land of distant dreaming?
Wilt thou let thy fire smoulder
As the darkness now is scheming?
I say “Arise and be thou clean,
For the night is soon to come,
And all who now are sleeping
Will, a dragon’s feast, become.”
