WHEN GOD PAINTS A SUNRISE

WHEN GOD PAINTS A SUNRISE

When God paints a sunrise.
Implicit is a promise and dream,

Just like the rainbow in Noah's day,
A flood, stopped in midstream.

The promise could be anything,
Bounty for those who lack,

Or that another black man
Will not die for being black.

When God paints a sunrise,
It's a feast for weary eyes,

Gorgeous pink and purple streaks,
That flicker across the skies.

There is a subtlety, a nuance,
A beautiful confluence,

A promise of a day where soft and quiet, not riot,
Is the order of things,

When God paints a sunrise, he takes off our blinders
With a gentle reminder he still pulls the strings,

On the weary jagged puppetry of our lives,
A world where some kind of justice thrives.

A sunrise can gently lift us out of time,
Lead us to somewhere sacred and sublime,

And God at last gives us something transcendent,
Something so weighty, something of precedent,

More than just a chemical reaction
Or gases in the stratosphere,

A sunrise the footsteps of God drawling nearer,
Lifting the veil, our failing eyesight clearer.

A picture worth hanging on refrigerator doors.
A picture of our better selves, a hint of better days
When God paints a sunrise, the heavens set ablaze.

-Bruce Potts
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