Truth refracts into Light,
A pure glint born from His eternal star,
Awakening the slumbering,
Piercing horizons from afar.
Each day is reborn anew,
Discerning shadow remnants of the night,
Rising dawn unviels in splendor,
Everything hidden in plain sight.
Drawn in by awe and wonder,
Perplexed. Squinting away slog of night,
The mind races to catch what the heart beholds,
Captured by His gaze of liberating light.
Majestic dawn pulls the curious,
Warming face-to-face shining bright,
As morning grows more vibrant,
Clouds blush red, to purple, then snow-white.
Humanity is but a prism,
Fracturing glimmers into colors of Truth,
Only humility gathers this spectrum’s bouquet,
Sharing its flowers in childlike youth.
Such is the charity of God,
Such is the Light of Truth.
by Chris Clody