early hours

        I went out this morning to see a sunrise, but what I saw instead was golden rods. And ironweed. And Queen Anne's Lace. I saw fog and mist and rabbits. I saw spider webs so laden with dew that they bowed the grasses the were attached to. I saw a fluffy white tail wagging among the tall grasses and weeds as its owner sniffed out something to hunt. There was a stillness which built to a climax which together synthesized a crescendo and the phrase: 'and bursting forth in glorious day' took on a whole new meaning. What I saw this morning was God's beauty in a way that few people ever open themselves up enough to witness.